#fantasy is not reality and you'd do well to remember that

[hoshifighting]

I can do it for you

Synopsis: After years dealing with everything alone, you stumble upon an old wishbook from your past. And you jokingly writes down your ideal boyfriend, Mingyu. To your surprise, Mingyu magically appears in your couch.

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Smut, fantasy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (f.receiving), g'spot stimulation, overstimulation, oversensitivity, sex fluids and... HOUSEWIFE MINGYU?!

You've always been one of those independent souls since you were knee-high to a grasshopper. Nobody had to tell you how to tie your shoes or pour your own cereal; you were on it like a hawk on a mouse. That's just how you rolled.

Every morning, without fail, the alarm clock would screech you awake. You'd drag yourself out of bed, bleary-eyed and half-asleep, but ready to tackle whatever the day threw at you. Bleary-eyed, you'd stumble out of bed, wishing for just a few more minutes of shut-eye.

Then it was off into the madhouse of morning traffic. Cars honking, people yelling—it was like a scene straight out of a circus. One hand massaging your temple, while the other holds the wheel, again, what would be the excuse about being late for your supervisee?

Once you strutted into the office, it was game time. Arms loaded up with documents, and the sound of your heels echoing through the corridors until you plopped down at your desk. Your boss, with his constant nitpicking, was like a pesky mosquito buzzing around your head, while you practically sizzled your fingertips on the keyboard.

As the end of the month drew near, it was like a race against the clock in the department. Everyone was scrambling to wrap up their projects, racing against time like sprinters gunning for the finish line. The hours seemed to slip through their fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass.

Phones were ringing off the hook, papers were flying left and right, and the clickety-clack of keyboards filled the air like a drumbeat. It was a whirlwind of activity, with no time to spare for even a quick breather.

As you finally left the building, the thought of tackling the grocery store was the furthest thing from your mind. Rush hour was in full swing, and the last thing you wanted was to spend a few more hours stuck in traffic. 

With a sigh of exhaustion, you let your purse plop onto the couch, and you dashed towards the bathroom, craving the comfort of a hot shower to wash away the day's stress. But as soon as you twisted the knob to turn on the water, you were met with a disappointing blast of icy coldness. Great, just what you needed—a malfunctioning shower.

You knew the drill all too well. The resistance had probably burned out again, leaving you with no choice but to endure a bone-chilling cold shower. Normally, you'd roll up your sleeves and tackle the problem head-on, but right now, the thought of dealing with it was more than you could bear.

So, with a resigned shrug, you decided to tough it out. A cold shower was better than no shower at all, and besides, you were too tired to bother with fixing it tonight. As you stepped under the frigid stream of water, you couldn't help but curse your luck.

With some unexpected free time on your hands, you found yourself rummaging through the forgotten stuff tucked away in the drawer beneath the TV. Dust bunnies greeted you as you pulled out various items—a picture frame with a photo of your graduation, a stack of letters from high school friends, old books with worn covers, and... 

You blinked in surprise as you pulled out what appeared to be a wishbook. Memories flooded back to you as you flipped through its pages, the corners dog-eared and the edges frayed from years of neglect. You vaguely remembered creating this in middle school, jotting down your hopes and dreams for your adult life.

You couldn't help but be taken aback as you glanced through the pages of the wishbook, tracing your finger over each childhood dream that had somehow become a reality.

"When I grow up, I want to drive a red car." You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the day you drove off the lot in that sleek red beauty, feeling like the queen of the road.

"When I grow up, I want to work at my dream job." It hadn't been an easy journey, filled with ups and downs and more than a few setbacks along the way. But through sheer grit and determination, you had landed your dream job, doing what you loved day in and day out.

"When I grow up, I want to have my own apartment." Well, here you were, sitting in your very own slice of paradise. Sure, it might not be the biggest or the fanciest place in town, but it was yours. And that was all that mattered.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity as you gazed at the blank pages at the end of the wishbook. What if you wrote something new? Something unexpected, something you hadn't even considered before?

With a sudden impulse, you grabbed your phone and dialed up your friend. After a few rings, she answered, her voice laced with amusement.

"Hey there, what's up?" she chirped.

"Hey," you replied, a hint of uncertainty in your tone. "I was just thinking... what do you think I've been needing in my life?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before your friend burst into laughter. "Oh, that's easy," she said between giggles. "You need a boyfriend!"

You couldn't help but frown at her response. "Really? Out of all the things in the world, a boyfriend?"

She chuckled, sensing your skepticism. "Okay Y/N, maybe not a boyfriend exactly," she conceded, "but someone to take care of you. You're always the one taking care of everything that falls into your hands. Have you ever thought about taking a break? Having someone to do it for you for once?"

Her words struck a chord with you, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of recognition. She was right—you were constantly taking care of everyone and everything around you, but who was taking care of you?

You chuckled to yourself as you scribbled down the traits you wanted in a potential boyfriend, feeling a bit silly but also oddly excited at the prospect. As the hours ticked by, you found yourself lost in thought, lost in the whimsical world of daydreams and possibilities.

"A guy who is proactive, kind, maybe a little bit clingy?" you mused aloud, tapping the pen against your chin. "Someone who knows their way around the kitchen... As you continued to brainstorm, you found yourself getting a bit carried away. "Good-looking and tall, with long hair and puppy-dog eyes"

The more you wrote, the more absurdly perfect your imaginary boyfriend became. It was almost like describing a prince straight out of a fairy tale, complete with all the clichéd traits and characteristics.

As you looked over the words you had written in the wishbook, a wave of doubt washed over you. You couldn't help but cringe at the seemingly unrealistic expectations you had set for yourself. Closing the wishbook with a sigh, you tossed it onto the center table, feeling a pang of disappointment.

"It was just a coincidence," you muttered to yourself, trying to rationalize away the strange alignment of your childhood dreams with your current reality. It seemed too far-fetched to believe that your wishes had somehow come true.

With a heavy heart, you made your way to the bedroom, longing for the solace of sleep to sweep you away from the uncertainty of the day. Maybe it was time to let go of the notion that wishes could come true and focus on the here and now.

And there it was, like a cruel joke, that goddamn alarm blaring in your ear, dragging you kicking and screaming out of the sweet embrace of sleep. With a groan of frustration, you stumbled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom, bracing yourself for another shitty, cold-ass shower.

The water hit you like a slap in the face as you hurriedly scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. No time for luxuriating in a warm bath, oh no, not in your world.

After hastily toweling off, you raced around the house like a madman, searching for that elusive perfect piece to complete your look. But in the end, it was all just chaos, a jumbled mess of clothes and accessories that left you feeling more frazzled than ever.

As you stormed out the door and into the chaos of the morning rush hour, you couldn't help but curse under your breath at the sea of cars stretched out before you. It was like a never-ending nightmare, a never-ending parade of honking horns and exhaust fumes.

And then there was your boss, with his never-ending stream of shit, nitpicking every little thing you did like a goddamn broken record. You plastered on a fake smile and nodded along, all the while seething with rage on the inside.

You trudged wearily from the elevator, each step sending shooting pains through your feet courtesy of those godforsaken heels. The keys jangled in your hand as you finally reached your apartment door, the promise of relief beckoning you inside.

With a sigh of relief, you swung open the door and kicked off your heels, reveling in the cool touch of the floor against your bare feet. But as you stepped further into the apartment, something felt off.

The air was thick with the scent of food, and a faint hum drifted through the air. Panic surged through you as you realized that someone had invaded your sanctuary.

Heart pounding, you tiptoed through the apartment, checking every nook and cranny for signs of an intruder. But each room you entered was empty, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps.

Finally, you reached the kitchen, and there he was—a tall figure standing at the stove, his back to you as he hummed a tune under his breath. It took a moment for the shock to register, but when it did, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions flood through you.

"Who the hell are you?" you demanded, your voice sharp with disbelief and anger as you confronted the intruder. The guy nearly jumped out of his skin, and you flinched together.

"What are you doing here? Leave!" you insisted, your heart pounding in your chest as you pointed the kitchen utensil in his direction.

The intruder hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice trembling slightly. "I-I'm Mingyu," he stammered, his eyes wide with fear.

You scoffed, the name sounding vaguely familiar but not enough to ease your suspicion. "Mingyu? Who the fuck is Mingyu?" you snapped, your anger boiling over.

But then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Mingyu... the random name you had created for the boyfriend in your wishbook, the one you had jokingly listed out the qualities you wanted in a partner.

Your laughter was hollow and bitter as you realized the absurdity of the situation. "Are you kidding me?" you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm calling the police."

But before you could reach for the phone, the intruder lunged forward, grabbing the wishbook from the center table. "No, no, no!" he exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice.

You watched in confusion as he flipped through the pages, his eyes widening in shock as he read the list of qualities you had written down. 

You eyed the wishbook with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension as the intruder waved it in front of you, his excitement palpable. Every detail you had written down seemed to describe him perfectly—tall, with puppy-dog eyes, and even the long hair. It was uncanny.

But despite the strange coincidence, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Keeping your distance, you raised the pan threateningly, the question burning on your lips. "How did you get into my house?" you demanded, your voice sharp with suspicion.

The intruder's eyes widened in alarm, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I just woke up on the couch, I swear."

Your heart raced as you processed his words. He didn't seem to be lying, but the situation was just too bizarre to comprehend. How could someone just magically appear in your home, especially someone who seemed to fit the description of your fictional boyfriend?

With a wary glance, you slowly lowered the pan, the tension in the air dissipating slightly. "Well, you better start explaining," you muttered, your mind racing with a million different possibilities.

You paced back and forth in front of the couch, your mind spinning with disbelief as you tried to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding before you. "So you're telling me that I manifested you by my wishbook?" you repeated incredulously, your voice tinged with disbelief.

The intruder nodded solemnly, reaching for the wishbook and flipping it over to reveal a small gold star etched into the back cover. "See this?" he said, pointing to the star. "This is a manifestation charm. It's what brought me here."

Your frown deepened as you studied the tiny symbol, your mind struggling to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. "But... how?" you muttered, your thoughts racing a mile a minute.

The intruder's eyes widened with curiosity as he looked up at you. "Where did you get this book?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

You racked your brain, trying to recall where you had acquired the wishbook all those years ago. And then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. "A mystique store," you blurted out, the memories flooding back in a rush. "I bought it from a mystique store years ago."

You sank onto the couch beside him, the weight of the revelation settling over you like a heavy blanket. It was hard to wrap your head around the idea that a simple book could hold such mysterious powers.

You turned to the intruder, your curiosity piqued as you sought answers to the questions burning in your mind. "Where did you come from?" you asked, your voice laced with both apprehension and fascination.

The intruder hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away as if he were wrestling with his response. "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's all a bit... fuzzy."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering how someone could not know their own age or origins. "What do you mean, fuzzy?" you pressed, your curiosity growing by the second.

The intruder sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I woke up on your couch with no memory of how I got here or where I came from," he explained, his expression troubled. "All I know is that I felt drawn to you somehow, like I was meant to find you."

"You didn't have a life before?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief as you looked at the intruder sitting beside you.

He nodded solemnly, his expression tinged with sadness. "Yes, I did. But it's all... blurry, like a dream that I can't quite remember."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Where did you live before?" you pressed, your curiosity getting the better of you.

The intruder's gaze drifted towards the window, his hands gesturing vaguely in front of him. "Somewhere like this," he murmured, his voice distant. 

You followed his gaze, staring out at the endless expanse of buildings and lights stretching out before you. It was a sight you had grown accustomed to over the years, but seeing it through the eyes of someone who had never experienced it before brought a strange sense of wonder.

"And now?" you prompted, turning back to the intruder beside you.

He shrugged, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now, I'm here," he replied simply, his eyes meeting yours with hope.

You blinked in surprise as the intruder broke the silence, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I fixed the shower," he announced, a hint of pride in his voice.

You widened your eyebrows, your mind struggling to process his words. "You... fixed the shower?" you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief.

The intruder nodded eagerly, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, it was just a small problem with the resistance. I managed to sort it out," he explained, his tone casual as if he hadn't just performed a miracle.

You couldn't help but stare at him in astonishment, your mind racing with a million questions. How had he known there was a problem with the shower? And more importantly, how had he fixed it so quickly?

But before you could voice your thoughts, he continued, "Oh, and I went to the supermarket and washed your clothes too."

Your jaw practically hit the floor as his words sank in. "You... went to the supermarket?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The intruder nodded, his smile widening at your stunned expression. "Yep, got everything on your list. And the laundry was piling up, so I took care of that too," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You were at a loss for words, your mind reeling with the sheer absurdity of the situation. This man, this stranger who had magically appeared in your living room, had taken it upon himself to fix your shower, do your grocery shopping, and even wash your clothes—all without being asked.

"But... why?" you finally managed to sputter out, your voice tinged with confusion.

The intruder shrugged, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Why not?" he replied simply, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"Come here," he beckoned, motioning for you to follow him into the kitchen. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, you trailed after him, unsure of what to expect.

As he lifted the lid of the pan on the stove, a delicious aroma wafted up, making your mouth water. "Wow," you murmured, impressed by the sight of the freshly cooked food before you. "You cooked all of this?"

He nodded proudly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, thought I'd whip up a little something for us to eat," he replied, gesturing towards the table where two plates were already set.

You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, grateful for the unexpected gesture. But then your eyes drifted to the clothesline in the corner of the room, where an array of freshly washed clothing hung neatly.

"Oh my god," you gasped, your hand flying to cover your face in embarrassment. "You washed everything?"

The intruder followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the recently laundered garments with a hint of amusement. "Yep, everything," he confirmed, his tone light and playful.

Your cheeks flushed crimson as you realized just how intimate some of the items hanging on the line were. "I... uh..." you stammered, at a loss for words.

He grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hey, I gotta say, those puppy-stamped underwear of yours are pretty cute," he teased, a playful glint in his eye.

You buried your face in your hands, the heat of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks. "Oh my god, stop," you groaned, mortified by the unexpected turn of events.

[...]

As you emerged from the warmth of the bath, wrapped snugly in your pajamas, you found Mingyu already fast asleep on the couch, curled up into a small ball. Despite the strangeness of the situation, a pang of sympathy tugged at your heartstrings as you watched him sleep.

You couldn't deny that he looked rather adorable, all shrunken and peaceful in his slumber. If you had asked for a short man in your wishbook, he certainly fit the couch.

But as you glanced at your bed, you knew that letting him sleep there was out of the question. He may have magically appeared in your life, but he was still a stranger, and you weren't about to let your guard down just yet.

Sure, you could kick him out onto the cold streets, but the thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. You weren't heartless, after all, and it was clear that he didn't have a place to go. He hadn't asked to be here, and the circumstances of his arrival were still shrouded in mystery.

But as you glanced at him sleeping peacefully, his features softened in the glow of the moonlight, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of responsibility towards him. After all, he was just as much a victim of whatever strange forces had brought him here as you were.

With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the fact that he would have to stay—for now, at least. You could figure out the details in the morning, once the shock of the day had worn off and your mind was clearer.

As you stirred awake to the aroma of freshly brewed coffeee, you nearly jumped out of your skin before remembering that Mingyu was there. With a mixture of relief and gratitude, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

As you got ready for work, the thought of facing another chaotic day loomed over you like a dark cloud. But as you emerged into the living room, the sight of a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you on the table brought a small smile to your face.

You took a tentative sip, and It was so good that you couldn't help but shake off the idea of going to the coffee shop today.

"Mingyu, I'm leaving," you announced, grabbing your bag and heading towards the door. "I'll be back at 7pm. Do you need anything?"

Just as you were about to step out, Mingyu appeared in the living room, a packed lunch in his hands. "Here," he said, offering you the lunchbox. "Eat well, and I'll be waiting for you."

You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, but as your eyes fell on him, clad in one of your shirts from a rock band, you couldn't suppress a laugh. The shirt was stretched to its limits, barely covering his tummy while his biceps threatened to tear through the fabric.

"Okay, I'm definitely going to buy you some clothes," you chuckled, shaking your head in amusement.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can't I walk without them?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.

You widened your eyes in mock horror. "Of course not!" you exclaimed, feigning shock. "You can't just walk naked on the street!"

Mingyu tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Can't I?" he countered, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, shaking your head in disbelief. "No, you definitely can't," you replied with a chuckle. "Now, behave yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

Mingyu nodded solemnly, his smile widening. "I promise," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

As you sat down to eat your lunch at work, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances from your coworkers. They watched you with envious eyes as you savored each bite of the delicious meal that Mingyu had prepared for you.

Suppressing a smile, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Mingyu for his thoughtfulness. Despite the strange circumstances of his arrival, he had gone out of his way to make sure you were well-fed and taken care of.

As you enjoyed the flavors of the homemade meal, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about Mingyu's character and the bond that was beginning to form between the two of you.

As the evening rolled around and you left work, you were determined to fulfill your promise to yourself and Mingyu. You headed to the shopping district, the image of Mingyu looking like a doll lingering in your mind.

You browsed through the racks of clothing, selecting pieces that you thought would suit him perfectly. It was a strange feeling, shopping for someone else with such care and attention, but with each item you picked out, you couldn't help but imagine how handsome Mingyu would look in them.

You found yourself spending more on clothing for Mingyu than you did for yourself, but you didn't mind in the slightest. After all, he was the one who needed them the most, and you were determined to make sure he looked his best.

With each new outfit you selected, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. This was your chance to dress Mingyu exactly how you had imagined your dream boyfriend to be, and you were going to make sure he looked absolutely perfect.

You arrived home to find Mingyu sitting on the couch, your wishbook in his hands. As you entered, he quickly put the book aside and rose to help you with the heavy bags of clothing.

"You didn't need to buy all of these," he said, his expression turning slightly sullen as he glanced at the bags.

You brushed off his concern with a wave of your hand, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "It's fine, Mingyu," you reassured him. "I have a good salary now, and it's nice to be able to buy things for someone else, not just for myself."

As you settled onto the couch, Mingyu's gaze lingered on the bags of clothing beside you. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he were eager to see what you had bought.

Mingyu removed his shirt as you sat on the couch, unpacking the bags of clothing around you. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his form, admiring the way the fabric of his jeans clung to his legs and the muscles rippled beneath his skin.

Noticing your gaze, Mingyu chuckled softly. "Like what you see?" he teased, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

You blushed slightly, feeling caught off guard by his remark. "Um, I was just admiring the clothes," you replied, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, how about I model them for you?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, the tension melting away as you relaxed into the playful banter. "Like a parade?" you asked, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Mingyu nodded eagerly, already reaching for one of the bags. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, his excitement contagious.

As he began to try on the new clothes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. It was like watching a fashion show, with Mingyu as the star of the runway.

With each new outfit he tried on, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he pulled off each look. From casual jeans and a t-shirt to a sleek button-down shirt, he looked absolutely stunning in everything he wore.

s you walked towards him with the silver chain in hand, Mingyu watched you with a curious expression, his eyes following your every move. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you as you approached, a strange tension building between the two of you.

With a slight frown of concentration, you struggled to fasten the chain around his neck, your fingers fumbling with the clasp as you tried to maneuver it into place. Mingyu stood patiently, his eyes fixed on you as you teetered on the tips of your toes, trying to reach him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you managed to secure the chain around his neck, the silver gleaming against his dark shirt. As you took a step back, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through you. It was the closest you had ever been to Mingyu since he appeared in your life.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you met Mingyu's gaze with a shy smile. "There you go," 

Mingyu glanced at himself in the mirror, adjusting the silver chain around his neck before walking over to you with a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and sincerity. "You didn't have to do all this for me."

You returned his smile, shaking your head. "It's the least I could do," you replied, your tone light. "After all, you didn't exactly ask to be summoned," you added, making air quotes with your fingers for emphasis.

Mingyu chuckled, the sound warm and melodious. "I suppose you have a point there," he conceded, a playful glint in his eyes. "But I'm certainly not complaining about it."

"Hmm, Mingyu, do you want to hang out?" you asked, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Mingyu frowned slightly, looking at you with curiosity. "Where?" he inquired, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of showing Mingyu a good time. "Just wait here, I'll get ready," you replied, hurrying off to your room to change.

It was Friday night, and you were used to spending it with your friends, going out and having a good time. And what better way to show Mingyu a bit of the city than to take him out with you?

You turned around to find Mingyu standing in your bedroom, his eyes lingering on your black dress and the silver chain adorning your neck. His gaze was filled with curiosity as he took in your appearance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met his eyes. "Well, what do you think?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "Are we matching tonight?" he teased, gesturing to his own black shirt and jeans.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his playful banter. "I guess we are," you replied, a smile dancing in your eyes. 

Mingyu's eyes softened, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "You look beautiful," he said softly, his words filled with sincerity.

A blush crept up your cheeks at his compliment, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at his words. "Thank you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you entered the bustling club with Mingyu by your side, the loud music and flashing lights engulfed you both. Mingyu seemed to take it all in stride, moving through the crowd with an ease that suggested he was no stranger to such environments.

You couldn't help but notice the curious glances directed at him as you made your way to the bar. Tall, charismatic, and undeniably handsome, Mingyu certainly attracted attention wherever he went. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you had such a captivating companion by your side.

Taking a seat at the bar, you turned to Mingyu with a smile. "What'll it be?" you asked, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music.

Mingyu glanced at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Surprise me," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

You grinned, turning to the bartender to place your order, as you waited for your drinks to arrive.

As Mingyu glanced around the crowded club, his eyes filled with curiosity, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression.

"Hey, do boyfriend and girlfriend usually come to places like this?" he asked, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the music.

You paused for a moment, considering his question carefully. Did Mingyu see the two of you as boyfriend and girlfriend? The thought sent a flutter of excitement through you, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"Well, sometimes," you replied, choosing your words carefully. "Couples come here to have fun and let loose together."

Mingyu nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on yours. "So, are we... like that?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his question, the possibility of being more than just friends with Mingyu sending a thrill through you. But you didn't want to assume anything without knowing how he felt.

"I'm not sure," you admitted honestly, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "What do you think?"

"Well, you wrote in your wishbook that you wanted a boyfriend," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Your eyes widened in surprise, realization dawning on you. "Oh, right," you said, a hint of embarrassment creeping into your voice. "I guess I did, didn't I?"

Mingyu shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I guess I just wanted to understand," he admitted. "To see if... if maybe I could be that person for you."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful tone. "I suppose you are," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought.

After a moment of silence, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been nagging at the back of your mind. "Am I even your type?" you blurted out, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

Mingyu's eyes traveled over you, his gaze intense as he took in your appearance. He seemed to be studying you, his expression unreadable.

You held your breath, waiting for his response, unsure of what to expect. The tension between you was palpable, as you waited for Mingyu's answer.

He bit his lip, a gesture that sent a wave of heat coursing through you. "You're exactly my type…" he replied, his voice husky.

"Is that so?" you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock skepticism. "Well, you'll have to work harder than that to win me over."

Mingyu chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I plan to," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. "After all, I'm everything you wanted, right?"

You couldn't help but shake your head at his boldness, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of what the night might hold.

"Maybe," you replied with a grin, unable to resist the playful banter. "But I'll believe it when I see it."

Mingyu leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered softly, sending shivers down your spine. "I read the last pages of your wishbook," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And let me tell you, I can definitely make all your wildest dreams come true."

And in minutes, everything happened. 

You found yourself naked on your couch, your body laid bare before Mingyu, who gazed at you with desire in his eyes. Your legs were spread wide, draped over his shoulders as he knelt before you, his hands trailing over your skin with a gentle touch.

As you held your wish book in your hand, Mingyu's voice broke through the silence, his tone teasing yet filled with curiosity. "So, what's your first wish?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassment flooding through you at the thought of revealing your innermost desires. But with Mingyu's gaze burning into you, you couldn't hold back.

"I... I wished for a guy who could make me cum on his tongue," you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu's eyes darkened with desire at your words, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 

As Mingyu's tongue licked a slow, deliberate stripe along your folds, a shiver of pleasure shot through your body, leaving you trembling. You gripped the wish book tightly in one hand, your nails digging into the pages as Mingyu's mouth worked its magic on you. "Oh fuck, Mingyu!" 

With each flick of his tongue against your clit, you felt yourself unraveling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you steady as you writhed and moaned, unable to control the flood of pleasure coursing through you.

Your other hand tangled in Mingyu's locks, pulling him closer as he continued to devour your pussy. His tongue swirled around your bud, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves.

You moaned his name over and over, the sound filling the air as Mingyu's tongue drove you closer and closer to the edge. You felt yourself dripping with arousal, the combination of Mingyu's saliva and your own juices coating the couch beneath you.

As Mingyu's tongue penetrated slightly into your pussy, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. You looked at him with wide eyes, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to form coherent words.

"What... what are you doing?" you managed to gasp out, your voice laced with desire and anticipation.

But before you could even finish your question, Mingyu's tongue penetrated you again, sending a shock shooting through your body. Your legs shook on his arms, your whole body trembling with need.

"Oh Mingyu, that feels so good" you moaned, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Mingyu's lips curled into a wicked grin as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue, his movements becoming faster. He sucked on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before diving deep inside you once again, driving you to the brink of orgasm with each tantalizing stroke.

As you held onto Mingyu's locks tighter, he moaned in response, the vibrations sending a surge of pleasure on your pussy. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation.

"I'm... I'm cumming," you gasped, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your release.

Mingyu looked up at you, his eyes dark as he asked, "Are you going to cum on my tongue, just like you wished for?"

You nodded desperately, your whole body tensing with anticipation as you felt the waves of pleasure building inside you. The wishbook slipped from your grasp, completely forgotten as Mingyu's tongue continued to lap your clit.

"Yes," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, just like that."

And with a final flick of his tongue against your clit, Mingyu pushed you over the edge, making you come undone, riding his face to ride your orgasm, your mind clouded with the intensity of your orgasm.

As Mingyu got up, holding the forgotten wishbook in his hands, he turned to you with a curious expression. "Let's see what your next wish is," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.

Your hands, still trembling from the recent orgasm, reached out to take the wishbook from him. You flipped through the pages until you found the next wish, your heart racing with anticipation.

And as you read the words on the page, your cheeks flushed with heat at the explicit nature of the wish. It was about a guy who didn't go easy on you, who took control and pushed you to your limits.

You looked up at Mingyu, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "Is... is this something you can do?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu's lips curled into a wicked grin as he met your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "I can do whatever you want," he replied, his voice low and husky.

As Mingyu lowered his pants, revealing his big, throbbing cock, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. It was something you had written in your wishbook - a cock that fulfills you - but you hadn't expected it to be quite so... big.

His cock laid heavy in his hand as he stroked himself, the slick sound of precum making itself known with each movement. You felt your cheeks flush red as you watched, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within you.

"It... it won't fit," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you met Mingyu's gaze.

Mingyu chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Don't worry," he reassured you, his voice husky with desire. "I'll make it fit."

As Mingyu laid you down comfortably, spreading you wider, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and embarrassment wash over you. His cock slid against your pussy, teasing but not yet penetrating, and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself growing wetter with anticipation.

You almost covered your face in shame, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze. But Mingyu's teasing words only served to fuel the fire burning within you.

"That's all you wanted, isn't it?" he teased, his voice laced with desire as he looked into your eyes. "A guy with a big cock to fuck your brains out? Well, lucky for you, I'm here, hm?"

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, and you couldn't help but arch your hips, silently urging him to take you. You wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside you, filling you completely and making you cum. 

As Mingyu continued to tease you, his words sending shivers of desire down your spine, he remarked on your hectic work schedule. "You work so hard," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You need someone to take all that stress out of you."

His words hit home, resonating with the part of you that longed for release, both physically and emotionally. You couldn't deny the truth in his words; after all, you had spent so long shouldering the weight of your responsibilities alone.

As Mingyu's cock teased against your clit, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Every movement, every touch drove you closer and closer to the brink, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, when you felt yourself on the verge of exploding with pleasure, Mingyu slammed his hard cock inside of your cunt with a force that took your breath away. Your pussy stretched around him, so tight and so full, that you could barely contain the overwhelming sensation.

As you arched your back in pleasure, the sensation of Mingyu's cock buried deep inside you driving you to new heights of ecstasy, he teased you mercilessly. "I'm still," he murmured between moans, his voice laced with desire. "You're almost cumming."

His words sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through you, your pussy clenching around him with each tantalizing movement. Mingyu's cock felt impossibly hard and thick inside you, stretching you to your limits as he held himself still, savoring the exquisite torture of denying you release.

He put your knees on your chest and started pounding inside of you, hitting that spongy spot dead-on with the first thrust. You screamed in your living room, rolling your eyes back in sheer ecstasy.

No mercy, just like you wanted.

Mingyu looked at your pleasured face, making sure he was hitting all the right spots to drive you wild. And judging by the way you were moaning and writhing beneath him, he was definitely doing something right.

"You're so wet for me," his voice dripped with lust. "You can't get enough of my cock, can you? You want me to fuck you harder, don't you?"

You nodded eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure washed over you in waves.

As Mingyu pounded into you harder, your body tensed, your abdomen trembling with anticipation as you felt the orgasm approaching. He bit his lip, holding back his moans as your walls spasmed around him, indicating your impending climax.

You gripped the couch tightly, your nails digging into the fabric as pleasure washed over you in waves. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed to relieve the overwhelming sensation building inside you.

And then it hit you, like a tidal wave crashing over you with unstoppable force. You came, hard and fast, your orgasm ripping through you as you spasmed uncontrollably beneath Mingyu.

You came on him, on the couch, on his cock, unable to contain the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. And as Mingyu watched you cumming in a matter of minutes, a proud moan escaped his lips, his eyes filled with satisfaction at having brought you so much pleasure.

As Mingyu held your legs to the sides, spreading you open and angling his cock in a way that his pelvis rubbed against your clit, you squirmed helplessly beneath him. Every movement sent jolts of oversensitivity coursing through your body, and you cried out in pleasure and desperation.

But Mingyu held firm, his gaze locked with yours as he reminded you of your wish for him not to take it easy on you. "You wanted this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You wanted me to push you to your limits."

You whimpered in response, the sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit driving you to the brink of insanity. "I can't take it," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."

But Mingyu only moaned in response, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he continued to tease and torment you. "You'll need to take it," he whispered, his voice sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"Just a little more," he urged, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm almost there, baby. Just hold on for me."

As you held Mingyu's neck, drawing him closer to you for another kiss, you found yourself lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against yours. But with each moan that escaped your lips, it became increasingly difficult to maintain the kiss, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Mingyu noticed your struggle, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him. His face contorted in pleasure, mirroring the ecstasy written all over yours, as your walls pulsed and contracted around him with each thrust.

As you trembled beneath Mingyu, tears slipping from your eyes, he kissed your face gently, his lips tracing a path of comfort and reassurance. "I'm cumming for you," he murmured, his voice soothing and gentle as he tried to calm your racing heart.

But your chest rose and fell in erratic waves, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you closed your eyes tightly, desperate to hold on just a little longer. And then it happened, a silent moan escaping your lips as your body tensed and your pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave of sensation.

You came again, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you gasping for air, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. And as Mingyu watched in awe, unable to hold back his own release any longer, he let out a surprised moan of pleasure, his own orgasm crashing over him in a wave of ecstasy.

As Mingyu's warm cum filled your cunt, mingling with your own juices, you let out a contented sigh, feeling completely spent and satisfied. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and cum.

Feeling utterly relaxed, you laid your head back on the couch, letting out a deep breath as you allowed yourself to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. The tension in your neck melted away as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he looked down at you.

You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I'm good," you replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

Mingyu leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours as he spoke. "That was... so good," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I've never felt anything like that before."

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "Yeah, me neither," you admitted, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction spread through your body.

You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "Who knew that silly wishbook would actually work?" you remarked, shaking your head in disbelief.

Mingyu leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Well, I'm here now, and I don't plan on going anywhere," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 19 Soobin — drunk sex // dirty talk

➥ best friend!Soobin × reader

summary: Best friends Soobin & Y/N get a little too drunk at a friend’s house party and end up back at her place after drunkenly confessing their feelings for one another.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, friends to lovers, sexual content (minors dni!): oral (f receiving), protected sex (at least they remembered lol), lowkey love making cause they're so in love with each other, use of pet names (baby, honey, angel, bunny, etc), dirty talk (like a LOT of dirty talk because Soobin can't shut up), big d!ck!Soobin, admissions of 'I love you' 'cause they're sappy af. I think I got everything but let me know if I missed any!

a/n: psa: drunk sex isn't always consensual and I know that. Everyone should know that. This is fantasy, don't use this as a guide whatsoever lol that being said, the reader and soobin have been pining over each other for close to a year and are down so bad for each other that once they drunkenly admit their feelings, they're all in. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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How you ended up here, you'd never fully understand. One minute, you were standing in the kitchen at Yeonjun's apartment with your best friend, Soobin, and the next you were under him, your back pressed to your mattress as his lips attacked yours.

You remembered standing in the kitchen as you got yourself another drink when Beomgyu poked his head into the room and called over to you that a game of Paranoia was about to start and Soobin was saving you a spot.

You don't remember walking into the room or sitting down between your best friend and Taehyun who smiled at you as you accidentally bumped into him and waved off your tipsy apology.

You knew this game very well as you actually taught it to this group of friends. One by one, one person would whisper a question into the ear of the person sitting next to them. The person would then answer the whispered question out loud.

To find out what question was asked, the person who was asked had to repeat it or take a shot. Normally you'd flip a coin for this but it was a party with alcohol, of course the house rules would include shots, that was just Yeonjun's rules.

It was Taehyun's turn to ask you a question and he leaned in and asked you so clearly. "Do you have feelings for anyone in the circle and if so, who?" You sat up straight and without missing a beat, you said your best friend's name aloud.

Soobin looked from you to Taehyun who gave the older man a wide grin, looking rather pleased with himself. "What was the question, Y/N," Yeonjun asked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk on his face.

Did everyone know what Taehyun had asked you? Was this all some sort of elaborate set up? Your mind was so focused on these thoughts that you hadn't even heard Soobin asking if you were okay. When you finally came back to reality, the game had moved on past you and Soobin. You apologized but Soobin dismissed it.

Finally it came back to you and Taehyun now had a devilish grin on his face as he made eye contact with Yeonjun who seemed to have the same expression as Taehyun leaned over. You weren't sure if it was your imagination or the alcohol but the way Taehyun placed his hand on your knee as he leaned in felt oddly intimate.

"Do you want to sleep with anyone here, if so, who?" he whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened almost comically, making others sitting in the circle laugh at your response and speculate what was asked while you processed the question and how to answer it.

Truthfully, you did have someone you wanted to kiss and he was sitting right next to you, all 6'1 of him crammed into a small space between you and some guy whose name you forgot two drinks ago. You licked your lips, suddenly aware of how dry your throat seemed.

"I need water," you croaked out, making several people boo as you got up, ignoring their protests and demands you answer the question. The last thing you saw before entering the kitchen was Soobin's concerned face. You opened the fridge door, grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and took a large gulp.

"You okay?" you heard the gentle voice of your best friend as he approached and greeted him with a fake smile. "Just peachy!" You lied, taking another sip. Soobin reached out for the bottle and you handed it to him, averting your eyes as he took a large drink.

"You're a terrible liar," he muttered, handing the bottle back to you. You took another sip and then another, trying to finish the bottle as quickly as possible to escape whatever awkward conversation was about to happen only Soobin was too fast.

"What did he ask you?"

You cursed yourself mentally, you should have known he'd ask you this. Anyone would honestly after the way you reacted to Taehyun's whispers. If you had been in their shoes, you'd be curious, too.

"It's nothing," you said quietly. "Let's just forget it, please."

You moved to cross the room but Soobin's large hand closed around your wrist, halting your escape abs pulling you back in front of him. "I'm your best friend, Y/N. I can tell whatever he asked is affecting you, so please," he said softly. "Don't push me away."

You felt tears burn the corner of your eyes. "Please Soobin," you whispered. "Don't ask me to repeat it." Your best friend's eyes widened upon seeing your reaction to being pressed and sighed, pulling you into a hug. "If he said anything inappropriate, I swear I'll kill him," he grumbled.

You shook your head. "It's not his fault."

"Don't you dare protect him, Y/N. He clearly asked something to make you uncomfortable on purpose. The look on his face made it obvious," Soobin said, hugging you tighter. There was no way he could hear your heart hammering in your chest but he acted like he couldn't hear anything. "He just asked…" you started softly.

"If I liked anyone in the circle," you finally blurted out. Soobin pulled back to look at you. "And you do? Is that why you panicked and had to leave the room?" he asked softly. You shook your head.

"No, that question was if I wanted to sleep with anyone," you answered. Soobin's brow furrowed. "He asked both of those questions just now?" he inquired, looking even more confused when you shook your head. "No. The question about liking someone was earlier," you replied and then covered your mouth with your hand.

You just let it slip, inadvertently, that you liked your best friend. You hoped he wouldn't catch on but luck, it would seem, was not on your side. Soobin's voice was soft when he spoke.

"You… like me?"

You sighed, nodding slowly. "Yes," you replied softly. You felt him cup your cheeks and tilt your head to look at him. "And what was your answer to the second question?" Soobin asked, eyes boring into yours. Your cheeks burned under his intense gaze.

"Y-you," you answered, voice trembling.

Everything that happened next was so fast. Soobin crashed his lips against yours, tasting the drink you'd made yourself on your tongue. You whimpered against his lips as he backed you up against the counter, hands grabbing the front of his hoodie to stabilize yourself.

When he finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, he sighed, letting out a couple laughs. "I've been wanting to hear that for so long," he admitted. "I like you so much, you dork," he added, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You don't remember the ride to your place, only remembering Soobin telling the others he was taking you home and that you were tired and needed to sleep. You remembered him supporting you in the elevator down to the lobby then suddenly you were walking into your building lobby.

"How did we even get here? I don't remember being in a taxi," you said, pushing Soobin back so you could speak. "You fell asleep in the car," he answered, moving to caress your cheek. "And then you woke up when we got here."

You accepted this answer because it made sense and you trusted Soobin to tell you the truth as he's always done. You pulled him back down into another kiss, moaning against his lips as you felt him roll his hips against yours. "Fuck, it feels huge," you whimpered as he grinding against you.

"Does it?" he asked, lips ghosting over your cheek and down your neck. "Think you can take all of it?" he murmured, his lips tugging into a slight smirk. "You wanna try?" he asked, grinding against you again. "Hng, Soobin," you groaned.

Your best friend sat up, pulling his hoodie off and leaning over to undo your jeans. "Wanna find out if you can take all of this cock?" He asked softly, tugging your jeans and panties off in one go.

"Soobin," you whined, pressing your thighs together, hiding your glistening sex from him. He pushed your knees apart slowly. "Don't hide from me, baby," he said softly, eyes focusing on your most private parts. Parts of your body he's never seen before.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Y/N," he muttered, sliding his hands up your thighs to your hips and pulling you closer to him. "Can I taste you?" he asked, glancing up as you nodded, cheeks heating up under his dark gaze. "Yes," you whispered.

He settled onto his stomach, his head nestled between your thighs and arms curling up around your thighs, holding your hips in place as he kissed the inside of your thighs before licking slowly up your sex to your clit, pushing his tongue past your lips and teasing the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.

You let out a moan, one hand moving to his hair, holding tightly as he delivered lick after lick, the lewd sounds of him licking and sucking filling the room along with your breathless gasps and moans. You felt one hand move up your side to cup your breast over your shirt. Before Soobin slipped his hand under the material.

Your back arched off the bed as his tongue continued to pleasure you, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breast. "Mhn, Binnie" you whimpered, your muscles tensing under his touch, your thighs shaking as he drew your orgasm closer and closer with his tongue.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked, pulling away momentarily but continuing to draw circles on your clit with his thumb. "Y-yes," you gasped. Soobin hummed in response, leaning his head against the inside of your thigh.

"Then cum for me, angel," he murmured, replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue, giving it quick flicks before sucking and driving you over the edge. Your thighs tried to clamp around his head but he was quick to hold them open, licking and lapping at your clit as you came, moaning his name and tugging on his hair.

Soobin pulled back, wiping his chin with his shirt as he watched your chest heave with each deep breath. You were a sight to see. He never thought he'd ever get to see you from this angle.

He pushed himself up, moving up to hover over you. "God you're so pretty," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, tongue slipping between your parted lips and making you taste yourself.

You groaned, grabbing at his shirt and trying to pull it off him. Soobin chuckled, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off quickly, tossing it aside and capturing your lips once more.

"I want you so bad," you whined, hands moving to undo his jeans. "You want me inside you?" Soobin asked as you unzipped his pants, your hand pushing past the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around his thick cock. He let out a moan, forehead resting against yours as your hand slowly stroked him.

"Fuck, that feels so nice," Soobin groaned as your hand moved faster. "I'll bet it feels even better inside," you mumbled, your free hand moving to the back of his neck and pulling him down, tongues meeting in a sloppy and rushed kiss as you continued to stroke him.

"Where do you keep your condoms?" Soobin asked, breaking the kiss suddenly. "Over there," you muttered, pointing towards the bedside table. Soobin reached over, opening the drawer and grabbing one and sitting up.

He pulled your hand out of his underwear, much to your dismay and rid himself of both his pants and his underwear before pulling your shirt off finally exposing your chest to him. His hands moved up your sides, moving to cup your chest.

"Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are?" he asked softly, making your cheeks burn at his compliment. "I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life if you'd let me," he admitted as he grabbed the condom, opened it and rolled it down his length.

You barely had a chance to catch a glimpse of it before he was guiding the tip to meet your slit. "I'll go slow," he said, looking up from where your bodies were about to meet to catch your gaze.

"I don't want to hurt you," he added, rubbing the tip against you slowly. "Spread your legs for me a bit more, baby," he continued, watching as your hands grabbed your thighs just under the back of your knees and spread your thighs further apart as he instructed.

"That's it," he cooed, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Such a good little bunny. So responsive and willing to take my cock. I'm gonna ruin everyone for you. Make you so desperate for me and that my cock is the only one you want," he hissed, pushing forward just enough for the tip to slide in.

You let out a whimper. "S-soob. It's s-so big," you moaned as he slowly slid in, inch by inch, stopping to allow your body to adjust to him. He knew it would take a bit to get his entire length inside you but it felt like time had stopped for the two of you and you had all the time in the world now.

"You okay, angel?" Soobin asked softly, thumbs caressing your hips as he held you in place. You nodded as you relaxed. "It doesn't hurt now, it's more of an ache now," you answered. Soobin slid further in, groaning as your walls squeezed him as he entered you.

"Almost there," Soobin said softly as he continued to move, keeping his eyes on your face to watch for any sign of pain or discomfort but saw nothing but pleasure. He finally stopped, buried inside your tight cunt. "Fuuuuuck," he groaned. "You feel so good, baby."

You whimpered as your body adjusted to the sheer size of his cock. You'd never taken one so large before. "F-feels so good," you moaned, your voice thick as your body relaxed. Soobin pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You're doing so good. Taking my cock so well," he said sweetly. "I'm gonna move, okay? Just relax for me."

A loud moan left your lips as Soobin pulled back and thrust into you slowly. He had to hold back the primal urge to ravish you that surged through his body at seeing you bare under him, taking everything he gave you.

He didn't want to hurt you. You were far too precious and important to him.

His slow back and forth movements progressed into a steady pace, thrust into you, filling you with each stroke. "God Soobin, it's so f-fucking big!" You whimpered, eyes burning with unshed tears.

"God I love you so much," Soobin murmured, lips pressing against your forehead. Your heartbeat a little faster at his admission. "You love me?" you asked softly, drawing his attention. Soobin nodded, not ashamed of his words. "I do, baby. Fuck, I love you so much."

You let out a small sob. Soobin's eyes widened. "Oh no, baby, did I hurt you?" He asked. "I'm so sorry!" You shook your head. "No, I'm okay. I just- I love you too," you admitted. "So so much, Soobin."

Soobin captured your lips in a passionate kiss. "You really mean that?" he asked softly, smiling when you nodded. "I love you so much Soobin. I wish I had told you sooner," you said sniffling.

Seeing you so emotional, Soobin cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. "It's okay, baby," he whispered. "I know. It feels so good. I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked, smiling when you shook your head. "Doesn't hurt. Feels so good. So full."

"You gonna be a good girl and take it all?" Soobin asked, wiping the only tear that managed to escape. You nodded. "Yes, yes Binnie." You let out a cry as his pace quickened, snapping his hips against yours, his thighs hitting your ass as he thrust into you.

"God you look so good under me like this," Soobin groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the feeling of your walls around his cock. "I want to remember this forever. How you look, how your tight little cunt feels around me. I don't want this to end."

With each thrust, moans fell from your lips, your second orgasm approaching as Soobin pounded into you. "Look at you," he cooed. "Can't even talk, can you? Does my cock feel so good you can't even talk?" He asked, voice trembling as his hips faltered for a moment. He was getting close.

"Fuck, I'm close," he cursed. "You gonna cum with me? Gonna cum on my cock, baby?" You nodded vigorously, unable to speak. "If you cum first, you gonna let me use this hole to get myself off? Like a sweet little slut. Are you my cute little slut?"

Your cheeks burn at his words, not expecting such dirty words to come from your best friend. "So tight and wet," he groaned, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into you filling the room overshadowed only by the sound of his skin hitting yours.

"All mine," he moaned. "You're all mine. Only I get to fuck you and see you like this, right, baby?" You nodded again as your orgasm started to roll over you in waves, your body shaking as you moaned out his name, thighs tightening. "Oh fuck baby," Soobin grunted, his hands moving to your thighs and pushing them down as he angled his thrusts down, hitting a different spot and making you see stars.

"Ugh, I wish I didn't wear a condom. I wanna fill your pussy so fucking bad. Cum inside you and fill you until it spills out onto your sheets. I wanna ruin you," Soobin growled, his movements becoming more erratic as his own orgasm hit him.

He continued to thrust into you, riding out both your highs until he shuddered, the sensitivity taking over and he pulled out of you, falling onto his side next to you.

"Soobin?" you whispered, turning your head to look at him. He opened his eyes sleepily. "Hey," he said with a grin. "Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, propping himself up on his elbow. You nodded with a smile. "I'm okay," you said, brushing your fingers over his arm. He relaxed, falling back onto the bed.

"'M so tired," he mumbled as you pulled the blankets back and slid under them. "Get under here, " you whined. Soobin sat up quickly and pulled the used condom off, tying it and tossing it into the wastebin beside your bed. "Where did you go?" he asked turning around to find you.

"Under here, you idiot," you mumbled, pulling the blanket down to show him your face. He crawled under the blankets, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "You're sweaty," you whined. "Only cause I'm naked," he protested.

"No, you're sweaty cause we just had sex," you retorted.

"Well, yeah. That too."

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[thestarsarecool]

Hearing "Mistress and Maid" next to "Eleanor Rigby," "For No One" and "Yesterday," I realized that McCartney's public image as an eternal optimist is not supported by his work. It was something I'd been circling around since I heard Steve Earle's new version of "I'm Lookin Through You," as bitter a put-down song as ever got softened in the studio. McCartney has certainly written lots of positive songs, but from "Hey Jude" and "Let It Be" to "That Day is Done" and "Put It There," his optimism is always in the face of a shadow. There is always some awful thing that has to be overcome. If there's a defining subtext in McCartney's music it's probably "Take these broken wings and learn to fly."

"Yeah, well," McCartney said quietly, "that's me I suppose. I think that the danger is if you just get into the happy songs then it can be a little bit music hall. It can get a little bit light. So I like to always have a little bit of edge, or else a little bit of tongue-in-cheek. You know, 'When I'm 64' isn't really a song about growing old, although on the surface it is. It's a joke song, but it has serious concerns in it, a little melancholy.

'Yesterday'--she went away and all that shit. 'Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be.' But if you think about it, I was writing those in my early 20s! Talking about not half the man I used to be when I was barely a man!" I said, if you'd been half that man you'd have been eleven.

"They have more poignancy now," McCartney said, "just because of the water that's been under all our bridges. So we all now relate to those lyrics a little bit more seriously. Perhaps." He changed gears and said, "But you know, my composing has always been made up, it's a fantasy. I remember George Harrison saying to me when I did 'Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da,' 'How'd you do that? You don't know anyone named Desmond or Molly, you don't know any of these people.'

I said, 'I just like making up a story.' A short story writer doesn't necessarily know the pit and the pendulum, he hasn't necessarily been to Dracula's castle. But he makes it up as an escape in a way. I think a lot of my songwriting always was, and still is, an escape."

From?

"From the harsh realities of the world. If I'm in a bad mood, I always find that a good time to write a song. Go off on your own and put the feelings in a song rather than in someone's face. The fact that it's a musical vehicle seems to defuse it a bit. Rather than just shouting at someone or wagging a finger, you can get those emotions out.”

Paul McCartney in Musician Magazine, August 1st 1995.

#I have always loved this quote because of the when I’m 64 bit #because he’s so right! #there is a youch of melancholy to it #it’s desperate #but the whole thing is rather interesting #my quotes #paul mccartney #the beatles

[thecameronchronicles]

For A Friend

TW: angst about body "issues". Language. Soft smut. Soft JJ. Praising. 

-Pogue Reader x JJ Maybank

-Body Positivity Fic

SUMMARY: Your crush on JJ reaches is finally reciprocated...but it takes a bit of convincing to believe it is reality. 

WORD COUNT: 3500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

For a Friend

It was everything about him. His charisma. His passion. His loyalty. Even his stubbornness and hot-headed reactions for protecting those he cared for. And yet it was all you were to him. Even though you longed for him to look at you the way he had to Kiara. Finding an excuse to touch you or make you laugh. And maybe just once, look at you with the same lust that you saw cast in any random touron he hadn't been accepted or even rejected by. 

And tonight...You would. 

"Okay. I've got everything." He explained, taking the open space in the log beside you as the fire remained ablaze. 

"I'm okay..." You confessed, your mind counting up the calories to the snack offered as he glared. 

"I can't be friends with you anymore if you don't make a s'more right this second." He pushed the items towards you as you couldn't deny the tradition. Every pogue bonfire since you could remember had only truly begun when the marshmallows were melted well into the chocolate and taken against one's lips. But much like your hesitance, many things were off about tonight. Including the absence of the other pogues. Yet, you favored this time alone with JJ. No matter how you could get it. Even if it would only ever remain platonic. 

"That's my girl." His simplistic comment made your heart swell as you shied down to your sweet. 

"Cheers." He teased before you cocked your jaw in nervousness. After only a moment, you were summoned from your fantasy lengthening this moment as he pulled this vision to reality. 

"You've got uh...here..." Using his thumb, he pulled the chocolate from your bottom lip and took it in his smirk, unaware or unphased by how intimate this moment had been as well as his affect on you.

"I think yours tastes better than mine..." He suddenly took a bite of yours from the other side, making you chuckle at his method of consumption. 

"Definitely...So much better..." He explained with a mouth full. But suddenly he moved closer. His knee pressing against yours as your eyes lifted from beneath your lashes. 

"Do you want a drink?" 

"No, I'm okay..." As he reached to the cooler, you couldn't help but look at the direction of The Chateau. It was rare for there to be darkness and silence within the small space, but it was how it existed now. 

"Where is everyone?" You turned to face him, his hand suddenly on your cheek as his lips to yours had surprised you enough to make you still. You hadn't retracted or responded in anything else but silence. 

"I'm sorry...I've just always really wanted to do that."

"What?" The disgust on your face surprised him. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair. 

"I didn't know if you...if we...Being Kiara's friend I didn't want to make it weird but...I had to know..." He kicked the dirt. 

"And now I do...so...now I need more than a drink..." He pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket as you quickly searched for a fix for the fleeting moment. 

This was what you'd wanted for years. Since Kiara has introduced you to him at the summer bonfire half a decade ago. When he spent the night talking about music and surfing and you fell in love with how he saw the world, or better yet, how he made his own within it. 

"I was..." Your words were quick as they were as ceased by your own ambition. 

"Why?"

"Why?" His eyes narrowed. 

"Why me?" 

"Why...why not you? You're passionate, caring, warm..." He paused. "Beautiful..." 

"You said it last..."

"What?"

"Nothing...I'm just gonna go home..."

"What did I say?" He was on his feet as you were on yours. The way he spoke your name having rooted you into the estate that has become your second home. 

"It's stupid..."

"I rarely see you upset, so clearly it's not...what is it?"

"I'm just gonna go..." But as you tried, he blocked your exit. Although you could have easily maneuvered around him, you didn't want to. A larger part of you wanted him to know. 

"I've watched you with Tourons and Kie...you always say that they're hot and...and you said it last..." His eyes narrowed. 

"See I told you, it's stupid..." 

"No...I just...I'm confused...I'm trying to understand."

"So am I..." To this, he softened in hearing the panic of fear behind your breath. 

"What's wrong with wanting to make you feel beautiful?" He questioned while pulling a hair behind your ear. But this romantic gesture was rejected as you took a step back. 

"Why now? Is it because you're bored? Because I'm...I'm here?" Tears brimmed in your eyes as you were well aware you risked being left behind in his frustration. But the only thing you wanted more than to be with JJ was to be with him when he meant it. Not for a night. Not for a moment. 

"You think I wanted to kiss you because I was drunk? Or...desperate?" 

"You've never...until tonight...I just want to understand..."

"Because I couldn't take it anymore! That goddamn rule about no pogues macking and yet everyone has...And the one girl I wanted to..."

"Was Kie..."

"Why can't you understand that it was you."

"Because it's never me, JJ. I'm not the girl guys look to stand next to them rush and post photos of online okay? I know that. That's fine. But if this is some joke or curiosity-" 

He set both hands on your cheeks. 

"The only thing I'm curious about was your reaction because I wasn't sure how you felt about me. We've been friends for a long time and you're right, I've been with a lot of girls...but I want it to mean something with you..." 

You saw the truth behind his eyes. In the same moments he spoke of his father or the other pogues, you found him like this now. Only his focus was on you. 

"But it's you. My focus. My interest. Whatever other interesting word Pope would come up with...It's you." 

"Then can you try it again?" He nodded. A soft kiss pulled you against him. His hands were gentle to your cheeks, brushing away the tears as evidence of your former pain as he walked you towards the steps of The Chateau. You chuckled on the missteps before you were successfully inside. 

"Would you let me make you feel beautiful?" 

You could only answer with a nod. You'd expected him to be direct and vulgar, you, nervous to chuckle, but found only excitement to replace this as he led you to the back bedroom. 

"Wait...Can you go back outside?" 

"You want me to...okay..." 

"Just for a second..." You nodded before waiting on the steps. 

"Shit!" He cursed as he tripped moving in shock steps from the kitchen to the hallway. Cabinets and cupboards slamming behind his wake until only silence remained. The sudden presence of hands over your eyes returned him to you. 

"Okay...Step up..." He guided before leading you to the bedroom once again. But this time, as the door opened, you found it illuminated with candles. In true JJ fashion, he used turned over beer cans as holders for the tealights, but it made his effort that much more beautiful. 

"JJ..."

"I want you to be comfortable and-" You turned to him. 

"I'm not as experienced as what you're used to..." You interrupted him in nervousness as he nodded. 

"That's one of the more selfish reasons I like you..." He moved closer, a finger below your chin as he brought you to his lips. 

"All the things I get to teach you..." Your cheeks flushed and your thighs tightened at his words before he interlaced your fingers. 

"Do you know the reason I said beautiful last?" He asked as he pulled the sweater from your arms as he stood behind you, kissing your shoulders as you shook your head in rejection. 

"Because...I saw you. Passionate. Caring. Smart. Maybe even more than Pope." You chuckled. "Creative. Stubborn. All of it made you beautiful. Because I've gotten to know you. Those other comments, those other girls...that's all I knew were their looks..." You looked away for a moment as he collected you back to face him. 

"But sweetheart, I noticed that too...Your eyes...your smile..." He kissed your lips softly. "And if I have to even begin to describe your curves...I'm gonna need to see 'em..." He began to pull at your tank top as you paused. 

"I want you to know how beautiful you are...even if it takes all night..." He kissed you again, making you forget all of the reservations that had consumed you until now. 

"Lay down for me..." You surrendered to him. Even if the smallest of voices remained to contradict your growing confidence. 

"If there's anything you don't want, just stop me..." He pulled his hair from over his torso as your eyes glue to his muscles. He was bronzed and rigid. A dream in every way. And you basked in knowing you got to witness it. 

"But you better tell me now...because I don't think I'll be able to stop once I know how you feel...God, I've thought about it so long..." He swallowed hard as his fingers traced your thighs. 

"Can I...kiss you?" You nodded as he lowered over you. Your body tensed in the anticipation. But instead, he used the kiss of his breath along your skin. Beginning at your mouth, he casted a smirked exhale down your jaw and at your chest before lifting up your shirt. Your fingers quickly wrapped around his wrists. 

"I want to see all of you. You're so beautiful...please let me, sweetheart..." You hesitated before closing your eyes as he helped you out of your shirt. But once he noticed your distant glance, he brought you back to face him. 

"Look at me..." He was sweet, soft kisses continuing down your stomach. 

"Can I see all of you?" He inquired as he teased the cup of your bra around the entire perimeter before you slowly nodded. Lifting up to your elbows, he corrected the attempt you'd made to undress. 

"I'll do it..." He explained as you nodded. He was effortless before exposing your breasts. He scoffed. 

"Shit..." He took one within his hand before focusing on you. 

"I just want to make you feel good for me..." Your lips parted as he began to roll your nipple between his fingers. A new fire developed between your thighs as your gasp informed him of your favorable reaction. 

"Does that feel good?" 

You nodded. 

"I'm gonna do both..." You bit your bottom lip as he had done just that. Both breasts given equal attention. But he needed more, quickly, as you began to motion beneath him. And as you relished in his touch, his mouth surprised your skin with his wrap. 

"JJ-"

"Mmm..." He moaned, repeating this affection to both sensitive mounds. 

"I asked earlier if I could kiss you...I didn't get to make it clear where..." He kissed down your stomach again. The insecurity you once had to the vulnerability was now replaced with the confidence he left behind. 

"Nobody's ever-" You confessed as he rose from between your thighs. 

"Oh sweetheart...I love knowing I get to be the first..." He prepared you for him. Removing your panties, you swallowed hard to now be completely bare for him. Sending your nervousness, he stood between your legs. Undressing. Completely. 

"Now it's fair." He smirked as your eyes adored his physique. Every perfect inch that you were now able to appreciate without hiding your interest from afar. 

"Where was I?" He asked himself as he positioned both your legs over his shoulders. 

"Nobody's here...so be as loud as you want..." 

"I..I don't want to annoy you.." He scoffed. 

"It tells me I'm doing a good job...it's nothing to be embarrassed about... especially with me." He kissed down your thighs in slow succession to savor how you trembled beneath him. As he inches closer and closer to your sex, he smirked as you shifted in pure unbridled uncertainty yet trust. 

"If anything hurts, tell me..." You nodded. He began with a teasing kiss to your clit as you smirked. But this fell to pleasure as he took that sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth, sucking you into his tongue. When he watched how your fingers fisted the sheets in approval, he began to flick his tongue in the hold made with his new clench until only that suction remained. 

He worked himself against you as you allowed the breathless moans to validate his endeavors. But he craved more. He needed more. So he led your hand to his hair. You took this instruction and began to take hold of his locks instead as he nodded. 

"JJ..." He withdrew to the sound of his name. 

"I want you to try to do something for me..." 

You waited anxiously for his request. At first, your mind became plagued with illicit positions and actions. All things you'd be willing to try, but need guidance for. But instead, he would surprise you with his selfless submission. 

'I want you to come on my face...Do you think you can do that for me?" You hesitated. 

"I don't care how long it takes...you taste..." He licked his lips, "I could do this all night...I just want to make you come...to make you feel beautiful...to make you feel good..." You nodded softly. 

"Then take your time, princess." He moved between your legs again. Only now, he was a man on a mission. Kindness now secondary, he dove into your lower lips. 

"Please...let me hear you.." He breathed into you as your body betrayed any attempt to remain silent. 

"Mmm..." He moaned between your legs as your eyes witnessed his motions. He was ravaging your most intimate of nerves and you struggled to do anything but reserve your tremors. When he sensed this, he pulled a hand to your breast until the kneading left you shameless. 

"JJ...I'm..."

He only nodded before rising just high enough to insert one finger into you. The surprise made you gasp and a quick lift of his eyes validated that this was from pleasure. But with the second came the arch of your back as the pressure along with the suction became too much. 

"JJ!" Your body rushed against him in ecstasy as he held you down with an arm across your waist.

"I thought you were beautiful before...something special about when you come for me..."  He licked his lips, kissing your thigh in his exit as he stood between your legs. 

"I don't want to sound selfish, sweetheart...but tasting you and heading you moan like that...Any change you can take a bit more?"

You nodded quickly. "Please...." He smirked wide enough to deepen his dimples. 

"Good...I'll start slow..." He aligned himself with your sex before pausing. Tearing through the drawer, he breathed a sigh of victory to the lone condom in wait for him. Even though your thoughts casted to the others he'd used before you, his voice returned you to this moment exclusively with him. 

"Fuck..." He exhaled once he'd set himself inside of you. 

"Is it-" you nodded, clenching around him in the foreign fulfillment you'd been denied until now. 

"If it's too much..."

"Please...don't stop..." You pleaded as he began in soft motions. These eased thrusts began to grow in desperation as he brought you deeper against him. 

A blur of skin became of the two of you as you shifted the sheets beneath you. Perspiration made the glide easier as he built to an ungodly  pace into you. His moans vibrated at the gluttonous suck made at your breast as his hands were feverish for any skin he could adorn. 

"Shit!" He cursed behind his building release. "How do you feel so good?! Goddamnit!" He chortled as you rolled your hips as he held them down with his own. 

"Unless you want me to come right now you need to sit still..."

"I want you to..." 

"Yeah?" His hand came softly to your cheek once pressing the softest peck to your lips. 

"Can you say it for me?" 

"Co-come for me, JJ...please..." He kissed you again, this time with the tease of his tongue at your bottom lip, before he returned to his focus. But in the process of coming back to that curvature of pleasure, a second release began within you. Your skin chilled. Your abdomen tightened. That echo of what was about to come has been broadcast in your expression. 

"Come with me...please, sweetheart...I know you can do it..." You nodded, feeling him favor your motions against this one. Every wave of your hips met graciously with his own until the pleas silenced to sharp inhales and a final utterance of your name from his lips. 

"Fuck!" He validated as you smirked. Kissing you one final time, he collapsed beside you. 

"Come here..." He set you at his chest. 

"Why haven't we done that sooner?" He asked as you cradled tighter into him. With a wide smirk, you shrugged. 

"Get some rest, sweetheart. I'm making you the best waffle from the toaster in the morning. Maybe two." You smirked as he kissed your head.

But somewhere in the night as bliss had been a means to stay asleep as long as you had, you heard familiar voices pull you to your soles. Using rj sheets as you were left naked, you heard Kiara, your best friend, speak to JJ. 

"How was it?" 

"I'm not telling you any details...If you wanted to know, you find out for yourself...actually..." You could hear Kiara hit him as he fell off kilter. 

"Did it work?" You stilled. 

"Come on JJ, I don't need details. I just wanted to give her a bit of a confidence boost...so..."

Your heart caved into itself. 

"Was it bad?"

"It shouldn't have happened, not like that-" You didn't care to wait for another word. Instead, you dressed in whatever clothes you could find behind your tears. Stealing your keys from the floor as they'd fallen during the undressing, you barreled passed them as both realized you were awake. 

"Shit..." Kiara uttered as JJ chased after you. 

"At least now I know why...a pity fuck?! That's even worse!"

"No!"

"So Kiara didn't ask you to do it? And you'll just do anything for her, right?"

"It's...fuck, there's more than that, okay-"

"No there isn't! You used the feelings I had for you because you knew you'd...you'd get laid...and I believed it was more…'

"I meant it. The way I went about it was wrong, I admit it-' you tried to leave again but he took hold of your hand. 

"But I don't regret it. I HAVE wanted to do that for a long time. And it wasn't until Kie told me that I knew you liked me for sure. But I didn't know...I have never been more nervous for anything!"

"Because you didn't want Kie mad at you?"

"Because I didn't want to lose you! But I couldn't stand being around you for another second without knowing! It just happened to be the same time. Two birds with one stone. And yes, I used it as an excuse to know. But now I do and you can't deny it now!" He took your face between his hands. 

"Not when my sheets smell like you and I know exactly how you sound when you come. Not that I know to bend my fingers just right and rub slowly to make your toes curl. But more than that...how you talk in your sleep. How you smirk after you have sex....how your heart feels against mine when you're at peace."

Your eye flashed to Kiara as she emerged with worried eyes. 

"How can I believe you?"

"If you think I only did it to please her? I'll take you back in there right now and make sure she can hear it this time. Maybe record it. Maybe broadcast it-'

"JJ-"

"Whatever it takes to prove it. This wasn't a one time thing. It was a risk. And I'm scared as hell that if you leave...you can't leave! I...I love you..." Your eyes returned to him. 

"No games. No lies. No fucking ulterior motives. The truth. I'm risking it all and-" You silenced him with a kiss. A tender passion that ended the eventful night on the highest and sweetest note as you were wrapped in the arms of the man you loved. 

"I love you too..." You confessed as he smirked. 

"Good. I still intend to make her hear you next time, though..." He winked as you blushed, feeling as if no moment could ever be greater than this. Unaware how he was just getting started. 

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[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 4 ✦ 」

↳ Its been a few days since the Yaksha, Xiao, came home. During his stay, you've been busy trying to teach him modern etiquette, technology and as well, fashion. Surprisingly he learns quite quickly although, at points his stubbornness can be an obstacle.

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<; Day 1 >

The day after your fantasies became a reality, you decided it was time to teach him about the modern era. For the first day, you decided that it was important to inform him how bland this world actually was. For instance, visions, monsters and rulers. At first the usually all-knowing adeptus was quite confused and lost.

How could their be no Archons? Why didn't people own visions even though there was a God? If there weren't any monsters, why did they need excessive police?

So as a helpful world-guide, you informed him of all the answers to his questions and doubts.

"So in summary..you're world is overruled by a God instead of Celestia. Instead of seven nations, you have 195 nations..which then have uh..countries—Cities? And their ruled by different leaders who aren't Gods..?"

You nodded, scratching your neck tiredly, "Yep, but thats not even half of it all. Theres more politic factors that play into this world and it's system.." You sighed, already knowing that explaining all of it would be a pain. "—and not to mention, some of their systems suck a-" You cut your mumbling off, clearing your throat.

"Anyways, we can get into the deeper stuff later, today is just about the basics—like currency and some basic laws."

Xiao shook his head as he crossed his arms. "Tell me how all of this would help in returning me back?"

You eternally groaned as you had briefly forgotten about that problem. "Well, finding a way to send you back isn't an overnight project—it will probably take time. In the meanwhile, you need to know how this world works in order to er-fit in? And trust me, you'd want to cause right now, you stick out like a polar bear in the summer."

The adeptus gave you a questioning look but shook his head once more, deciding it would be best to keep his mouth shut.

< Day 2 >

When the second day arrived, you began to teach him about modern technology. You showed many examples such as cars, Tv's, microwaves, temperature remotes as well as showing how to use different devices. Seeing him struggle turned to be much more amusing than you originally thought to be.

"A computer...? So you're saying someone can just do...anything on it?" Xiao quizzed, inspecting the bright screen of the device. You nodded proudly, "basically, it's like the terminal akasha." You compared, thinking of the best possible way that would make sense.

"Anyways, yes, you can do anything on it that's virtual. Unless you use the device itself as a weapon then well uh.."

Xiao nodded, "I see."

...

You quite regretted showing Xiao the physics of a computer as you could hear it playing videos and random sounds all night. You would've scolded him if it weren't for the fact you remembered that adeptus' didn't need sleep much like humans.

Eternally groaning, you rolled over and stuff your face into the comfort of your pillow.

...

The next morning, you had a small mental crises on how horrendous you looked—puffy eyes, dark eye bags, frizzy hair..

Dear God..

< Day 4 >

Yay! You skipped a day! If you're wondering why then heres the summary;

For the whole of the third day you couldn't get the yaksha to divert from the computer or TV. When you eventually managed to persuade him away from it, he'd ignore your whole existence with a pout. So thus, you took the day off from teachings and let him do his thing.

However on day 4, when Xiao finally regained his sense of duty and why he was even here, you started teaching up about fashion which ultimately led to...Mall trip!

'Hah...my bank account's decreasing every day...'

"Alright err...Xiao?" Was it informal to address him by his name? Ehhh you'll figure that out later.

"Alright, we're at the mall. In summary, a mall is a big plaza with many stalls but more modern."

"Oh! And don't worry about spendings, it's on me." You smiled as the guardian nodded.

You sighed as your head looked to the ground. "-but you'll need to repay me with a fixed door." You muttered grudgingly.

Xiao merely nodded once more before starting to walk around the area, ignoring the minor judgemental and simpful stares that stray his way.

It wasn't long until a group of teenage girls with an array of cropped and baggy clothing came rushing towards the two of you—well, more towards Xiao.

You couldn't help but feel anxious—one could even say jealous, as you watched the adeptus get swarmed by the needy high school fangirls who were gawking over him.

"Can we get a picture with you? Your cosplay is slaying so hard-" One of them asked, smiling like as if she won the lottery.

Xiao furrowed his brows in discomfort. "No, sorry. I'm busy as at the moment." He retorted sternly, not wanting to be center of attention. "Oh my God! You even sound and act like him!" The same girl replied, ignoring his clear discomfort.

Not wanting to socialize but seeing that he'd have barely any way out of it as, concerningly, people are much more narcissistic and persistant these days.

Thus you went over towards the group, interrupting their one sided conversation as you cleared your throat. "I see the shop over there, we probably should get going." You pointed towards the modern silver font sign with the metal letters of, 'H&M'. The adeptus, seeming to get the que, nodded as he walked towards you, not sparing the girls one glance.

As you walked one of them just had to say something.

"Jeez, she didn't have to be so bitchy, kinda a pick me honestly..." one of the girls muttered to her friends who you faintly heard chuckle.

You just rolled your eyes, not wanting to continue the conflict. "Such cowards, can't even say it to my face." You huffed following beside Xiao.

The adeptus glanced at your irritated state though only shook his head. "You mortals are weird. Why should you care about their opinions, especially if it's one coming from a little shit?" He questioned, his gaze staying in front of him.

You paused, looking at him wide eyed.

The adeptus, noticing your absent presence beside him turned a slight and saw your shocked expression. "What?"

"You just sweared?" You stared dumbfounded.

Xiao looked confusingly before understanding, shaking his head. "well in Teyvat, we have will to swear and say profanities but many refrain from doing so, and i'm guessing the 'gum-play' and code? From this world may also be a benefiting factor."

You made a 'ah' sound before shrugging. "probably."

The two of you entered the store as your journey for clothing has finally begun.

'i'm officially going broke...'

...

After a few painful yet inquisite long hours in the mall, the both of you were heading back to your car, ready to leave.

Unfortunately, your hands were struggling halfway out of the mall as the bags' weight was started to wear down your strength.

Your hands felt quite sore and you swore you saw a finger turn a dark hue of magenta..

"Give one to me."

You looked over to your side as Xiao held out his hand.

You rolled your eyes, "nuh uh, you already have a bag. Plus, I offered to get this stuff so in courtesy. i'm carrying it." You informed, a grin etching your face but soon was replace with struggle.

While shopping, you may have gotten a bit side-tracked and bought more than what you needed—overall, ending up with the both of you having to carry 3 bags in total.

Xiao huffed, "it's not a offer, you look like you're struggling and it will only make you slow." He informed, his brows furrowing.

'thanks for the confidence.' You mentally rolled your eyes once more before reluctantly handing over one of the bags.

...

Finally arriving home, you settled your new buys down and offered to clean the yaksha's clothes. More or less because you didn't want him stinking up the apartment/house and dragging dirt throughout it.

He hesitantly agreed before trying to change into the new clothes. Keyword, trying.

Somehow he managed to tangle himself with the shirt and you having to help him, but of coarse, you averted your eyes away from the scene and gave him verbal instructions.

...

Setting down the plates, you then unfroze the left over foods in the microwave.

Once the food was hot and steamy, you set it down on the table as the adeptus stared at it, puzzled. "What is this?"

"It's called pizza." You informed him, taking a slice for yourself.

"Pi-tza?" He questioned, staring at the slice of cheese and tomato covered crust.

"mhm-" Your head shot up, "wait, can you even eat flour—tomatos or cheese? You questioned. In game the only food he could have, lore wise, was almond tofu.

(HELP- I haven't played genshin in so long, I forgot exactly if he couldn't eat other things or if he just was doing it by his own preference...Oh well for plot purpose)

The adeptus nodded a yes, before hesitantly picking the slice up—taking a bite.

It was nothing like he ever tasted—almost on par with almond tofu. Actually, it's been so long since he had something other than the same dish which was most likely why the food's taste was enhanced. Either way, he loved it, the sauce gave off a perfect acidity while the cheese creamed it down. The crust was cooked just right and the toppings just brought the whole thing together.

You felt quite happy as his eyes lit up, practically munching the whole thing down.

"Jeez, slow down, theres more slices, plus you can choke" You chuckled.

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As the day came to an end, you couldn't help but realized how happy you felt. It's been a while since you had company over so the change was nice.

Looking over towards Xiao who was peacefully sitting outside, a small smile graced upon your lips. How you wished this feeling could last forever...

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A/N: Jeez, I need to post more often :(..Sorry for not posting, i've been busy lately with being sick and then having missing assignments and then having a busy weekend after. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! It was quite long :')

Please, if you have any, leave any feedback as it could really help me improve. And, especially if the stories going to fast or the relationship between the two is too quick, please let me know so I can try amking alterations.

With that being said, thank you so much for reading and have a good day/night! ^^

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#x reader #xiao #gender neutral reader #oneshot #genshin #scenerios #genshin impact #genshin imagines #xiao genshin impact #gender neutral y/n #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n

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So we agree, the Spot is just as fuckable as Miguel. These two are both incredible, just both at INSANELY opposite ends of the spectrum. Like I want Miguel to breed me, where as I feel like I want the same with Spot just where I’m more the dom? Idk tho, Spot at the end of the movie def would go back to his s/o’s apartment while waiting for Miles, def would be hate fuckin you con or noncon style, but would also def be so apologetic after he had cum a couple times

Spot who hates Miles Morales so fucking much because he not only caused him to mutate in the collider incident but the accident killed his s/o/crush (you) and now it's like "oh, hey, this is funny but, would you believe me if I said we used to date? Ha ha anyways i was thinkin we could pick up where we left off :)" And maybe he's either telling the truth or he's full on delusional, thinking you two were in love and "sending all kinds of passionate signals" when in reality you were just like, being a respectful coworker and being polite to him and shit you'd be pretty uh in danger if his original you survived and became some sort of multiverse jumping being as well because then he's, you know, CHASING YOU, he thought you had been gone forever, he thought he had lost everything in his life important to him, literally everything, his own physical body becoming unrecognizable, unable to have love, respect, even just a normal life, truly becoming a broken man, but here you are, still left behind, maybe even just as he remembers you visually

I saw a post saying he has Sans energy and it's like. Yeah actually. Funny Little Man Energy. Except The Spot is kind of a poor little wet cat out in the rain who's a lil pathetic tbh and Sans is like a sarcastic troll in a non serious well intentioned way but, the Energy is similar kwim.

Jonathan just being like half apologetic half self indulgent freak the whole time

God. Fucking. Just picture this. The whole thing happens to him, you know, the movie stuff, he's out for revenge, constantly disrespected by Miles, other villains, he lost his entire way of living a normal life, literally, he doesn't even have the peace of having a normal body anymore, AND he lost his beloved "fiance" in the accident and he's just absolutely going insane and he finds you again, YOU you, HIS you, somehow survived, and he goes to you to speak to you AND YOURE JUST LIKE "WAIT WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU" he was just projecting the whole time and you're confused and it just shatters his fantasy but you know what he decides he should get whatever he wants now, take whatever he wants, his powers open all kinds of doors, and he'll make this universe the one where he has you

Also if Spot doesn't have genitals or maybe you're using like, the Wookie rule I think is rhe term for it, he could literally get you any kind of toy or anything from anywhere. He could do ANYTHING to you, watch anything happen to you, use Any kind of gadget on you that he wanted in place of whatever he may be missing. Since he only has so many physical capabilities, he might as well get his pleasure in the satisfaction and pride of bringing you to, like, orgasmic insanity

Miguel just. God I have a draft for him, right, based off of the concept of Reader slowly kind of being pushed to a mental breaking point by Miguel pushing them to do a specific job in the Spider Society only THEY can do, and he's pushing you and telling you its for the greater good because it does legitimately hold the multiverse together, it keeps people from breaking canon, it's a memory wiping thing, but it's emotionally and mentally taxing on you and the nature of the job makes you a social pariah and, it's a struggle of wanting to hate and refuse him for pressuring you into all this when you actually WANT to trust him as your friend and leader and even want to love him vs also he's lowkey taking advantage of the stress the job causes on you so he can be the only one there to support you when you're in crisis mode cause, yeah its for the greater good, and gosh he hates seeing you cry such big fat tears, but it IS so nice to get to be the one to hold you when you're so desperate for some kind of anchor and support that you hug him. God I bet hugs from him are something else....

#yandere spiderverse #yandere the spot #idk lmao #yandere x reader #atsv #sinprompts

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Burn All Over

PAIRING : Han Jisung x fem!reader, Chris x fem!reader

WORD COUNT : 4.6k.

GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.

WARNINGS/CONTENT : Angst, heavy smoking as a cope up mechanism, cuteness, one joke about Chris being old (I'm not sorry), Hyunjin being the Cinderella/Drama Queen that he is.

A/N : This has been in the works for a very long time and is me trying out something new. Excited to share, hope you lovelies are too. ♡

Inspired by Volcano by Han Jisung.

You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

It's another one of those days.

You've been having a lot of them, lately.

When street lights glitch, the sound of the handbrake resounds at midnight everyday while the mechanic works in the distance, when the city's asleep, when one's none the wiser, you find yourself here. Every night.

The uneven pebbled road still the same it had been that night when you stumbled home with him, boot soles scraping, heels scruffing, it should be a sensation more than unpleasant. Yet you find comfort in it, have been in eccentric things as of late.

Maybe you miss him. Maybe you love him.

Or maybe, just maybe, all the cigarette smoke has gone to your head, fucked up your ganglionic neurons, altered your brain physiology.

Discarding what remains of the bud, you stomp your foot on it, chafe it with intensity perhaps unfitting for a mere paper wrapped tobacco stick. The pent up aggression has to come out somehow.

Light your seventh cigarette of the day— or night, you don't recall. Or was it eighth? Hardly matters.

You spot the lone bench, surrounded by the midnight smog, half covered in the mist, but find it all the same; would every time, even with your eyes closed. Indeed, it's imprinted behind your eyelids, committed to memory, for the memory is not of that single bench alone. No, it's accompanied by the memory that refuses to leave you, plagues your mind every second of everyday, replays in your head over and over like a broken CD, the staccato standing out more than you would like.

The memory you don't want to remember, but never want to forget.

The recollection that pains you, but makes your gut bloom with delicious want.

The souvenir you wish you didn't take back with you, but cherish with all your heart.

It's the memory of him, of the day you tasted him, his moist lips for the first time. Ironic, isn't it, that it was also the last. The last time you had him, had those lips between yours.

Your sudden yelp pierces the quiet of the night, a hushed curse following shortly after.

"Fucking hell."

The cigarette bud falls to the ground, having burnt for all it's worth.

It's another thing that happens often, ever since him. You light the bud, sit with your thoughts for just one second, you swear, and the cancer stick burns all the way through, scorches your fingertips, the stinging pain bringing you to reality. A grim reality. But reality, all the same.

A reality where you don't have him. A reality so cruel, you wish you'd still be drowned in fantasies of him, of a reality where being with him didn't hurt so goddamn much.

You rub your digits together, still hot from the burn they underwent, undergo every fucking time. Continue the absent minded gentle rub, skin cooling and hardening, smooth cuticles having given way to unforgiving callouses by now.

"Do you play the guitar?"

There's a little girl suddenly by your side, alone, unsuspecting, staring up at you with big glassy eyes, pink popsicle in mouth. She looks as clueless as they come, innocence written all over her adorable face. Her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink from the gentle breeze than runs remind you of another pair you held onto on this very bench.

You've really lost it all. You see him even in a kid now.

"No. I burn myself."

Her eyes squint in question, and you can't help but let out a huff, her deepening frown causing the huff to morph into a full blown laughter. There's nothing remotely funny about the situation. Indeed, it's a dire one at best. But you've got no tears left to cry, no grief left to feel and, honestly? No fucks left to give.

So you laugh. The only thing you are capable of doing, the only thing that tells you that you are, in fact, alive.

The laugh bordering maniacal by now, you're positive you'd be wiping tears of hysteria, if only you weren't milked dry of all the hydration in your body already.

Loud footsteps carry a young lady through the footpath, bring her right in front of you. You glance up at her, access her to the best of your abilities, which frankly, aren't that accurate given your laughter still waiting to die out.

Nevertheless, you do check her out. Shorter to you in height, gentle stature, fair skin, big watery eyes uncannily similar to the little version of herself stood in front of you, still suckling on her candy.

Ah, the mother.

Judging by the creaseless face, high cheekbones, taut skin, flawless under eyes, no sign of senescence— a young one, at that. Perhaps younger to you by a year or so.

The way she yanks the little girl by the arm, spins and whisks her away from you serves to prove your theory. That's maternal instincts right there, through and through.

But as she does, your eyes land on her fingers wrapped around the little girl's arm. They're smooth, a testimony to her youth, but that's not what draws your attention. No, it's the twinkle of a stone against the dark backdrop of the night that does.

A ring. A wedding ring. One you've seen before. One you know all too well. One that haunts your nights, disrupts your dreams, reminds you of the dreaded moment you wish didn't come after the blissful one all those months back.

A square cut diamond on a silver band, teal glow dimmed by the dark of the night. Even the periwinkle tinge is muted to a lavender one, emerald glint replaced by sage, but even that doesn't prove to be disguise enough. No matter how dampened the colours, how inapparent the twinkle of the stone, when it's all that's on your mind, when it's the root of the anxiety instilled in you, you're bound to recognise it.

You wish you didn't.

You've seen it on a hand you hanker you didn't. You've seen it in a moment that made you want to rewind time and take it all back, no matter how pleasureful the experience.

Frustrated at the memory, you kick the barely there sand under your foot, another curse making its way out of your mouth.

He was supposed to be insanely well-off, the only heir of the biggest conglomerate in the country. Didn't that call for pointlessly expensive designer wedding rings— limited edition, pretences and all? Why did an everyday commoner have the same one? Why must this be so difficult?

It's still wrong.

It's wrong to want it still, when what you had with him wasn't even given a name.

As you heave a tired sigh, the recollection playing in your mind, second for second, you roll your head to the side, catch a glimpse of the two disappearing silhouettes.

"I told you, didn't I, sweetie? Don't talk to crazy strangers, they steal your candy," you hear the woman chide her daughter, the whispered tone of her voice only assisting to echo the statement in the pin drop silence of the night.

Crazy.

You don't suppose she's wrong.

This is easily the least favourite part of your day, which unfortunately has only just begun.

You've always been a heavy sleeper, an even heavier one since taking up your vices. If there's one thing that can wake you, it's sunlight.

That near blinding sunlight that's streaming through the windows, straight onto your face, through your eyelids, and you vow it's burning up your cornea, enough to cause snow blindness.

You're sure you closed the curtains last night.

Deciding to order blackout curtains once you wake up, you shift the comforter up over your head, sighing at the immediate relief your eyelids get from the brazen morning light, only for it to be whipped off your head in one clean motion.

"The fuck?"

"A pleasant morning to you, too," a voice says— or barks, is more like it.

"Fuck off," you attempt to yank the blanket over you again, to no avail. It's bunched up in his clutches, those large hands balling up half the single bed bedsheet.

"No can do. Up."

The duvet is ungracefully ripped from your body, leaving you to shudder in the sudden chill that envelopes you. You crack open both eyes, shuffle around for something to cover yourself with, and in the two seconds your eyes remain open, the sleep in them dissipates. You're wide awake now.

Fucking great.

What Christopher Bang wants, Christopher Bang gets.

"Why are you here to torture me at," a quick glance to the bedside digital clock, "five in the fucking morning!? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

Rage is what you feel all over again. You'd accepted your fate of being awake, but five? Not even your local priest gets up this early.

"Claws in, little one. It's godly hours, easy on the language."

"Yeah, you can shove your early morning moral education lessons up your motherfucking ass. Get the hell out of here or I'm calling security."

The little shit smiles and your blood boils.

Spinning on his heel, he makes his way to the kitchen with practised ease, "Hm. You're once again very conveniently forgetting who's name the lease is on. Who do you think will be kicked out if we do call the reception?"

You groan, face plant into the mattress, mumble out, "Not this again. It was years ago. I've told you I can repay you, thrice the amount."

"And I've told you not to flaunt your money in my face."

You jolt up at that, "How in the sweet fuck is me trying to repay you, flaunting?"

Having had enough of this banter this early in the day, you march upto him and get all up in his face.

You're still unfocused, half-asleep, in no position to correctly access human emotions. That might explain the hitch to his breath on your sudden proximity, the way he retracts his fingers from where they gripped your waist to steady you. He averts his gaze, awkwardly clearing his throat like he doesn't cuddle you to sleep every night you get anxious. What's suddenly wrong with him?

Old age. Yeah, it's probably that.

"You know I can—" you begin, but all that earns you is a strong finger to the centre of your forehead, followed shortly by a firm shove, enough to tip you back and make you stumble on your own two feet.

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're a big girl with big money. Don't need to hear it all over again."

You admit defeat, it's way too early for this anyway.

You silently watch him work, how he knows where the extra coffee pods are since you ran out of the ones in the basket of your espresso machine, where the fresh loaf of bread is hidden away behind the tricolour capsicums— ones he bought you in an attempt to incorporate some form of nutrition in your diet, just where the white butter is stored in the top shelf of the cabinet.

To any onlooker, it might seem it's his place, and in all honesty, might as well be, given how he cleans and keeps your refrigerator stocked on greens more than you do yourself.

It's his silent way of looking out for you.

You've got one of your own too.

In the way you keep vanilla syrup because your coffee is too strong for him, stache multigrain bread for the fitness freak in him, brown your butter just for him even when the browning process fills your house with the smell you can't stand.

It's a mutual understanding, a healthy routine between you two.

As you eat your breakfast in silence with him, you count and recall the instances he's been by your side for, all the tough times he's helped you tide over.

The thoughts getting too sappy to be swallowed with your coffee, you attempt to start conversation, "I'm a crazy stranger who steals childrens' candy, it seems."

Chris sputters, choking on his coffee, doing something between coughing and cracking up, "That's wild, even for you."

You deadpan, eyelids closing half way in an attempt to give him the best 'are you serious, right now?' look you can manage.

Having cleared up his plate, crumbs and all, he just gets up, makes his way to the kitchen, takes your plate too, ruffles your bed head on the way. You shake him off with all the ferocity of a wild kitten, and he laughs that gentle laugh of his, one that calms your recently developed panic attacks away.

That's a memory you're not too fond to recollect.

He shouts out to you over the sound of running water and clanking of plates from where he's cleaning the dishes, "Hyunjin's surprise birthday party is today. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Shit, I totally forgot to wish him," you say, all while lunging for your phone, not wanting to spend another second you'd soon regret wasting, for if there's anything more important to Hwang Hyunjin than Fabre Castle Watercolours, it's his twenty-second birthday. He's been yapping about having a Taylor-Swift-22 inspired birthday bash since you were fifteen.

He picks up on the first ring, as if waiting for it with his phone glued to his hand.

"The person you're trying to reach is currently done with your betraying ass. Please call again never."

You sigh through the microphone, Chris barking out a laugh in the background.

It's going to be a long phone call.

As you wait for the door to be opened with Chris by your side, a million different versions of 'sorry' at the tip of your tongue, you couldn't have been prepared for what happens when the door finally swings open.

Him. That's what happens.

It's been years since you last saw him, since you last mapped his features, raked your eyes over his face unashamedly.

He's changed so much.

Front bangs long and straight, the ends falling over his eyes like a curtain, soft lips slightly parted, skin a shade tanner than what you remember— there's an aura of maturity in the air surrounding him, a gentle poise he carries himself with you don't remember noticing all that while ago.

He's changed in the way he now so clearly knows how to fake a smile, knows to side step and usher you inside, to extend a friendly hand in introduction.

"It's been a while."

But you prefer the older version. The carefree soul, the warm eyes.

You don't like the look on him now, big eyes devoid of emotion, graceful stance lacking the vibrance that made him stand out to you.

But you suppose it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what stood out to you, what appealed to you, for you're no longer a significant presence in his life— you're not sure you ever were.

"Yeah. Nice to see you."

It's suffocating, playing pretenses, lightly touching his hand as if you don't want to clutch onto it and never let go, plastering a smile on your face as if you don't want to break down right on this very threshold.

Chris' warm hand on your lower back guides you into the living room proper, but you hardly pay any mind to it, for it's currently occupied with him and his mahogany scent.

It used to be coconut, with an undertone of cinnamon. Fruity and spicy, a fuzzy blanket on that chilly night.

Did she make him change it?

Was it not to her liking?

If it wasn't, did he change it without question? Changed a part of himself all too willingly?

"So.. " he clears his throat, and despite the calm demeanour he's maintaining at the forefront, you know he's struggling to avoid awkwardness.

"So," you parrot, making no effort to mask the tension. It's there, it's blatant, you're done avoiding it.

"Uh, need a drink?"

"I'll go get some," you don't wait for a response, and stroll right past him, making your way to the kitchen. He'll take a vodka soda, you don't need to ask to know.

The house is bustling with people, which is a nice distraction in of itself. People watching. That's what you plan on doing the rest of the night.

He's standing at the same spot when you find your way back to him, and in the few minutes it takes to reach there, you take a moment to stop and admire him from the back, only now paying attention to him, the kind he truly deserves. The broad shoulders and lean waist haven't changed, you note, chuckling a little to yourself after remembering Minho is attending the party, too. His biceps are somehow girthier than before, filling out the sleeves of his black button up that's unnaturally stretching over the expanse of his wide, muscular back. The leather pants he adorns might as well be made for him, with the way they cling to his legs, long and slim, bulging at the middle of his thighs and calves, narrowing at the knees. The perfect coalescence of lean and muscle, just how you like it.

Though you don't suppose it matters anymore.

So you around the corner and come to a halt right in front of him, extending the hand that carries his drink.

"No, I'm not drinking."

Turns out you did need to ask to know.

"Oh, do you now take something else? There's whiske—"

"No, I don't drink anymore."

"Like, at all?"

He gives a small but content smile at that, and you struggle to take in what he's just told you.

Han Jisung, doesn't drink? You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

You blink back the perspiration that's beginning to take root in your eye corners, clearing your throat, trying to remember what the conversation was actually about.

"Right. So, uh, no drinks then."

Did she ask him not to come home if he drank?

Does it not sit right with her? For him to enjoy for a night?

And does he not have a problem with this either? Another whim he willingly agrees to?

"You go ahead, please. Don't stop on my account."

Nauseous. You feel nauseous.

The politeness to his tone makes you feel further away from him in this moment, standing no more than a few inches away, than you did all those years you didn't see him. The consideration in his eyes makes you feel like a stranger, like someone he's meeting for the first time. It burns you all over, the formality, the decorum.

You nod, make your way out to the balcony.

Fresh air. You need it.

How long has it been?

Ten minutes? One hour? Or two, perhaps?

As you try to focus on the sounds coming from inside the living room, you hear nothing. No Taylor Swift's 22 playing, no incessant chatter of people. How long has it been, really?

Your single beer bottle sits by the balcony railing idly, empty, a new sealed one placed next to it. It hadn't taken long for it to vanish, you having downed it in one long gulp. The sear on your oesophagus had been a welcome sting.

Burning your fingers with cigarettes wasn't enough, it seems. You want to burn all over.

The glass door creaks open, heavy footsteps padding their way across and over to where you're slumped against the brick wall, the spot behind you warm despite the chill blowing in the air. You've just been sitting here that long.

The body collides with the concrete next to you with a thud, drags itself down until it's seated next to you.

You know who it is just from the way they chose to sit.

"What's the birthday boy doing out here?"

"He's not wearing his ring."

Your breath hitches.

Saying you didn't expect it would be a lie. You knew it would find its way to you, this conversation you don't want to have. You thought you were prepared. You had been wrong.

Yet even as you knew of its arrival, for it to land like this was startling.

You didn't expect it to come from Hyunjin either, it's so unlike him to be this straightforward.

"What ring?"

It's easy to play pretend, to feign disinterest, when your heart's the accolade at stake, made all the easier by the second bottle of beer you're suddenly insistent on downing.

"You know."

But pretending to not know is only going to last so long, and effectively will serve to drag the matter on, when you couldn't be more done with it.

Slamming the now empty bottle on the marble flooring with a clank of finality, you turn to face him for the first time since the conversation begun, "He never wore it anyway. Not after that night."

"Yeah, but- there's just something about him. I just know my theory is right."

Not sure just what the theory is, you tell yourself you aren't interested anyway.

"You work on your theory, then. Let me know when it gets patented."

You stand up on wobbly legs, brushing off his attempts to steady you with a warning glare— the reason for which you don't know yourself.

As you step into the living space once again, it looks so much bigger than it did with the strangers crowding it.

Just then, the bell goes off.

You look around for Chris, but he's nowhere in sight, not in the living room, not near the kitchen counter. So you get the door.

On the other side stands a girl no older than five years, in a pink frilly frock, short hair neatly tied into two high fountain ponytails, big boba eyes, bright pink lolly in mouth.

She recognises you before you do, letting out a gasp, eyes growing even wider, lolly slipping out of her stained lips.

"No. Please don't take my candy!"

She puts both hands behind her back in attempts to hide said candy, her backpack presenting a hindrance when she struggles to get them back over it. You can still see the lolly sticking out behind her head where she clearly thinks it's well hidden.

Suddenly, you don't feel shitty anymore, crouching down in front of her, a fond smile playing on your lips. You make a show of clenching your fist, opening the fingers one by one, until they're all outstretched, a small packet of sour gummy worms nestled in the palm of your hand.

You always carry them around on parties because Chris can't handle his vodka shots without it, he shudders and looks for you instead of for them every time he downs one shot, for he knows you carry some for him.

You're thankful for that habit of yours as a wide smile spreads on the little girl's face, mouth parting to show two big uneven teeth. You find yourself grinning back involuntarily, heart fluttering.

You thought it wasn't capable of doing that anymore.

But she suddenly frowns, tilting her head to the side a little, her bangs falling in her eyes, "So you won't take my candy?"

You want to take her in your arms and kiss all over her face, but something tells you her parents won't appreciate a drunk stranger smooching their kid. So you settle for gently swiping her baby hair out of her eyes, looking right into them as you mumble out, "No, I won't. What's your name?"

"Amanda! Friends call me Ami, but you can't."

"Oh? I can't?"

"You're not my friend, are you?" she shrugs, shouldering her way past you, entering into the house with ease, like this is the place she comes to after school everyday.

You peek out the door, look to the right and then to left, for surely there's someone with the kid. There has to be. But you see no one.

When you glance back, she's let her backpack fall to the ground, and comfortably seated herself on the loveseat sofa, kicking her little feet over the armrest and falling back on the cushioned seat with a content sigh, looking right at home.

You stroll up to her after shutting the door close,

"Ami? Who are you wit—"

She points a single finger up, eyes closed in a display of annoyance as a huff leaves her nostrils, inflating them in a way that's more cute than intimidating, which is what she clearly intends for it to be.

"Amanda," she states simply.

"Right. Not Ami. Amanda," you try to hold back the giggle that threatens to escape you, playing along with the kid's display of dominance.

"So, Amanda, who are you with? Where's your mom? Do you know someone here?"

"Too many questions all at once," she sighs out in troubled exasperation, and you're all but dumbfounded. Who is this sassy little pile of squishy cheeks, really?

"Where's your mom?"

"Don't have one."

Dang. The way she says that with little to no remorse or regard makes you wonder if she ever had one to begin with.

"But who was that woman with you that night?"

The one with the teal diamond ring, you don't add.

"Not my mom, I can tell you that much."

The intensity with which she says it, eyes narrowed in challenge, tells you it's a topic all too personal, and so you decide to back off, to not probe further.

"So why are you at this place?"

She merely shrugs, begins swinging her feet to and fro from where they are hanging off the arm rest, "Dad's here."

"Here?"

"Yeah, said he was meeting up with some friends. So I came."

"By yourself?!" you balk.

"Uh, yeah," she gives you a quizzical stare, looking you up and down like you're the single digit aged offspring going around to a house full of drunks in the middle of the night.

"How?"

"What do you mean how? By cab, of course."

"By yourself?!"

"Jeez, calm down, woman."

Your jaw would be on the floor if it wasn't already. In the two minutes you've known this girl— including that night when she was whisked away from right in front of you after your manic laughing episode, you've come to the conclusion that she's no regular kid. As your mind comes to terms with this newfound piece of information, you smirk, intrigued.

"Huh. Aren't you a feisty one. Who's your dad?"

You're sure he'd be feisty himself. And you could really do with some feisty in your life.

"He's—"

"Honey!"

You hear a voice call out from somewhere behind you, witness a silhouette approaching the giggling girl, behold muscular arms wrapping around her frame gently.

But your mind refuses to register, to comprehend, to process.

For you're not sure you'd be able to handle it right now, or ever.

"This is my dad! He goes by Han Jisung."

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｔｙｐｅｓ ｏｆ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅｓ ＢＴＳ Ｗｏｕｌｄ Ｂｅ

Synopsis - Pretty simple, a set of hcs describing BTS and their tendencies as Yanderes

Warnings - Acts of violence, branding, mentions of kidnapping, Literal murder.

Authors Note - I'm going to be constantly filling my queue with headcanons just to keep you guys fed with more content, most of it will be fandoms I want to write for yet don't really have the time for a full fledged fic

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jin - Delusional

He will actively treat you as if you'd been together for years

Somewhere deep in his mind he knows that you two are not actually together but why would he face that reality when he could just change his own

Slowly as time progresses and he has you stuck in his clutches he's going to drive you to the point of believing the fantasy he's been living

When Jin kills he makes up some excuse that's he'd had in his head, like a guy you'd known for a while the entire time was stalking you and waiting for the perfect moment to kill you! He swears!

He'll begin change memories and things you for sure know about yourself

It's all in a futile attempt to change his reality to be yours as well

Namjoon - Overprotective

Joon will go to war over you

If anyone dares to touch you he's instantly onto them, attacking, yet he picks his fights well

Being connected to money knows men in both high and low places, willing to do anything for a buck

Joon will never get his hands dirty messing with shit like that. He's too busy pampering and protecting you to worry. Unless it's a instant thing that he can't wait to maliciously organize. He will take that risk to make you safer

Yet his overprotection is smothering, he'll lock you away and make you believe that your in danger 24/7

The world is dangerous and under his care you'll be safe and loved!

Yoongi - Possessive

He loves making the world aware of how yours his and his only

You belong to Yoongi.

He'll show that possession based on how you act, be good and he'll leave a few hickeys and what not, nothing too big of a deal

Yet act out of line and that turns into more permanent means such as tattoos, which he will gladly pay for

This possessive side of him also comes out when it comes to the people you surround yourself with,Yoongi often picking your “bad” friends off one by one claiming that he knows what's best for you

In the end your utterly alone, Yoongi controlling every aspect of your social life, always seemingly upping the stakes everytime you act out of line

Hoseok - Clingy

He can't live without you

So anytime you get iffy and are about to leave he makes threats to not harm you but harm himself keeping you trapped in this perpetual loop of not leaving him out of pity for him

This man will spend every second with our and if he doesn't he swears he's dying

If you aren't living together, he will blow up your phone 24/7 and even a couple of minutes late he goes into a frenzy and blows up your phone even more, then using that as an excuse to come over

Once he sees that your fine he just kind of stays there not wanting to leave, and he will find the smallest task to do in your house

When it comes to him actually taking out people he sees as bad for you, he does that in complete secrecy. He didn't want to scare you away

The one thing about him is that he rarely gets mad because by him getting mad he can scare you away and why would he ever want that

Jimin - Manipulative

Jimin can lie like a mf.

He's probably done it straight from the start, using his persuasion to make himself more appealing to him

The worst part is that Jimin remembers his lies, so he keeps up with what's he's told you and what he hasn't

A prime example is that he's told you that Wednesday nights he gets busy with hanging out with his friends, a form of designated him time. That was a cover up only used once while he killed a perv that came on to you constantly at work, but Jimin kept this up always leaving Wednesday nights, having that be some sort of allotted time for him to get his anger out and fuck up anyone who fucks with you

He's also always painted others a villian when you find out about some of the things he'd been doing, like telling your friends off and demanding for them to leave you alone

Hed claim that they'd hurt him or were planning to hurt him, and how could you say he was wrong, he was the most honest man you met your entire life

If you only knew how often he'd been lying just to keep you around

Taehyung - Obsessive

He has a shrine. That's right a shrine.

That's how obsessed Taehyung is.

His shrine is filled with little things he's kept as a form of remembrance to you. Like a strand of your hair or a pair of your panties he'd kept after snooping around in your room

And he will not let up his obsessive stalking and spying when you eventually decide to get with him and be official

When it comes to murder he has no qualms with doing it, plus he can just keep on hiding and hiding it

He just hides it better, and most his behavior is seen as romantic to you since well, you are a couple

He just doesn't know how to act in a relationship… right?

Jungkook - Self Indulgent

Literally everything he does with you or too you is for his own gain

Being with you, all apart of his own gain. Not only are you attractive but you will stay with him no matter what he does out of fear! That's perfect for him

He's a creepy dude, and won't shame you for thinking that, he's powerful too. His status just speaks for itself

Even when he kills for you, he makes sure that he gets some gain from it too, without that gain for the both of your or the couple as a whole, why would he even worry about it

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[saintarmand]

Hi! Do you think that s2 big reveal will be that Armand manipulated Louis memory? What do you think the "disastrous consequences in Dubai" mean? Louis attempting suicide as many books fans expect?

no. i think the "big reveal" will be that armand didn't have to. louis knows armand did the thing and stayed with him anyway like he did in the books. they very well may lead the audience to believe armand is doing that to louis, when it was actually daniel who got his memories wiped (and daniel may have agreed to it.) and i think any inconsistencies about the events of s1 that may or may not be revealed will be because of louis repressing memories the old fashioned way. at most armand helped a little. and i'm not saying that only because of the racist and abuse apologist implications or just cause i'm an armand stannie or whatever, although that's all also true. i'm saying that because i think the story is better for it.

to me, armand having significant overarching influence, especially though literal magic, on the story we've been told (specifically LOUIS's story told BY louis), undermines the theme of "memory is a monster." they told us the fallibility of memory in this story is the real life kind; how memory naturally changes every time we remember events in our lives, how our present self affects how we look at the past, etc. this is a fantasy story, yes, but it's very much grounded in reality. the racism isn't "fantasy racism", for example. having the twist be that a crucial element of the story that we were told was real was actually magic would lame and disappointing as hell. i think daniel having his memories wiped magically will be a parallel to louis. but the thing about parallels is that they're not meant to be literal or complete, and they emphasize differences as much as similarities, in order to reinforce the ideas and themes of the story, not replace them. so i think that while louis and daniel's memory issues can look similar on the surface, they have different causes and the show will make it clear which is which.

hell, they've even shown us magical manipulation vs regular manupulation before. we saw lestat entrance several humans including louis himself ("his gaze tied a string around my lungs and i found myself immobilized") but it was done in a way that made it obvious when it was happening, so general audiences weren't speculating lestat was using vampire magic to make louis fall in love with him or agree to be turned or whatever. he was shown to have powers he could have used at key points but didn't, more often using very basic human manipulation tactics, which were actually even more effective. even the idea of lestat causing paul's death was brought up only to be discarded. i think they'll pretty much do the same thing with armand, only teasing us a bit more with it. and sure, some people will still speculate, but i think this is what the intention of the writers is, and hopefully they do it well.

i assume the "disastrous consequences in dubai" is an interview quote and i've heard something like that but since i don't have the full context in front of me it's hard to say much about it. if you could tell me the whole quote and who said it and where and in what context i could probably talk about it in more detail lol. link me if you'd like?

what i will say right now is that i think there's gonna be a lot of arguments and accusations and revelations in dubai, i think louis will go through a hell of an emotional rollercoaster, i think daniel will find out about the eternal sunshine of the devil's minion as i like to call it, will ask to be turned again or at least realize he still wants it, i think louis and armand will break up, and i think there will be a book released by the end.

the louis suicide attempt theory i believe is based on merrick, which i still haven't read (i need to get my shit together and read it before may 12th lol) so it's difficult for me to say much about it? i know he attempts suicide at the end and that him talking to claudia's ghost who's fucking furious with him is a thing that happens. something like that anyway, i've read some quotes from it. i highly doubt louis has been talking to her literal ghost at this point in the show, he's just doing that metaphorically. i would love to see it in the future though.

honestly to me just the fact that armand said out loud that he thinks the interview is basically louis's suicide note indicates that's probably not actually what's going on. that's usually how it works in stories lol. when the character tells you what they think is gonna happen it never happens like that. (on the whole "other vampires will paint the walls with his blood" thing, i think the human world will assume the book is made up bullshit or daniel is senile or crazy, and because of that most vampires won't care that much. would be pretty dumb to kill him since it would only draw more attention to him and the book. i do like the idea of lestat, inspired by louis, going on to more or less successfully prove the existence of vampires, causing a big ruckus, and the whole "great conversion" thing that was mentioned, being a part of the show version of the queen of the damned somehow.)

louis attempting suicide could still happen i guess but i just don't think it's that interesting or particularly good writing in the context of the story being told in seasons 1 & 2. not only because it's kinda predictable and basic and boring to me but like. if he tries kill himself and fails, that's basically him being forced to live. to me, louis choosing to live on in this continuous state of mourning is much more compelling and devastating even, than him having no choice in it. it's like with him staying with armand, isn't it waaaayyy more fucked up and sad if he's doing that of his own volition as opposed to being kept there against his will? that's a story about who louis is, the choices he makes, not about how he's a victim. of course he still is an abuse victim etc, and that's certainly not his fault, but him blaming himself and seeing himself as just as bad as lestat or armand because he "let" it all happen is, to me, a core part of his character. in the book he monologues about his passivity being his biggest fault; in the show he insists "i'm not a victim" even as he's telling us a story about being abused. abuse culture & catholic guilt baby!

also. the thematic note the book ends on is, to me anyway, about the human spirit clinging to life even in devastating circumstances. armand tells louis how so many vampires resort to suicide, but louis doesn't (in book one.) he keeps going, haunted by his past, dead inside and out yet still alive, unable to let go. and he spends the whole book telling daniel the boy reporter how awful immortality is and yet daniel still wants it, thinking it will be different this time. choosing the horrors life throws us, even the cursed half life or unlife of a vampire, over the horror of the unknown that is permanent death. etc etc etc. i love this part of the book too much to want to let it go!

hell, armand only tries to kill himself after finding out what hell is "really like" in memnoch the devil, and while i don't know cause i haven't read merrick yet, i bet that influenced louis too. death isn't as terrifying when you know what to expect.

and i'm also just not a fan of the idea that actually most of the other books' events have also already happened. because then that influences the characters who are telling us the story, in ways that we won't find out until seasons later. like if louis tries to kill himself at the end of season 2 and then in like season 7 or some shit we find out actually it wasn't because of what happened in s1-2 it was actually because right before the interview he was talking to claudia's ghost who said horrible things to him and also because he found out hell is real but it's actually a bit more like purgatory where if you prove yourself you get to go to heaven eventually and also because— like you can see how that would be bad storytelling right? lmao. not that revealing new information about characters or events later is always bad, it can be very interesting and beneficial even, but not if it undermines or completely changes the whole story before that point. not shading AR's retcon habit here at all not at all of course not i would never do that

anyway i think i've rambled enough. thank you for asking!

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Tripped and fell into VerDi brainrot and, this is the result. Had this in the drafts for awhile now and I was initially going to post another piece before it but, I want to work on posting works in chronological order from when I start them. Honestly, this might be my favourite piece that I've written so far. Enjoy the filth.

Lee Chan x Fem! Reader x Hansol Vernon Chwe, Chan and Reader are in a relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Vernon watches Chan and Reader have sex, praise kink (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, spanking (f. receiving), creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), Dom! Chan, Switch! Reader, Sub(ish)! Vernon and Chan being an overall menace to both Reader and Vernon.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When your boyfriend first suggested this, you were more than a little uncertain. Not that you had any issues with Vernon, quite the opposite actually. You two got along incredibly well, much to Chan's relief, and have become relatively good friends in your own right. However, being good friends with your boyfriend's best friend doesn't magically equate to being comfortable with involving him as a third during sex. Vernon is a good looking man, to put it simply. You weren't blind to that. It also didn't help that you found his more shy and reserved personality endearing. Sometimes wondering how he became best friends with your loud ass boyfriend. The two of them feeling like complete opposites at times. Regardless, while you were attracted to him, you did had your reservations about including him in your sex life when your boyfriend brought it up.

"I- what brought this on?" You asked Chan, completely bewildered by this suggestion to let Vernon watch the two of you. Chan's ears are a bright red as he explains what his friend confessed to him one night after one too many drinks, "He thinks you're hot. Always has. He said one night he overheard us fucking in the dance studio and, got off on hearing us. He said after that he's been curious about what watching us would be like." All of this information hits you like a truck. Learning far more about Vernon's sexual interests than you ever expected to in your lifetime. While you can see the appeal for yourself and Vernon, you do wonder what's in it for Chan. "Why do you want to do it?" You finally ask when you remember how to formulate words. Your brain still reeling from all of this. Chan just smirks before answering, "I thought you'd notice by now, I like showing off."

That's how you find yourself thighs spread wide with Chan fucking into while Vernon sits across from you two on a chair, watching. Chan's hands grip your thighs tightly to make sure they stay open. Making sure Vernon can see ever movement of his girthy cock inside of you. His chest is hot and sweaty against your back, his breaths against your shoulder and neck giving rise to goosebumps. A particularly hard thrust from him has you throwing your head back and, moaning long and loud for both men to hear. "Isn't she so pretty?" Chan asks the older man over your shoulder, moving one of his hands to toy with your hardened nipple. "Yeah, so fucking pretty," Vernon responds completely transfixed by the sight of the two of you.

Vernon is yet to do anything other than sit there and watch, in nothing but his boxers. Both men agreeing to let you take the reins in that regard. Honestly, he's just happy you both agreed to let him watch. You're quite literally making one of his wildest fantasies a reality. He wasn't going to get all greedy now. Trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his profusely leaking cock in his boxers, he struggles to choose where to focus his gaze. One part of him desperately wants to watch the way your tight pussy eagerly swallows his best friend's (kind of intimidating) cock. The other part of him wants to watch your tits jump and bounce and jiggle with each of Chan's precise thrusts. The final part of him wants to watch your beautiful face. Eyes lidded in pleasure, lips bruised and swollen from how thoroughly Chan had kissed you and, every little noise you make shooting straight to his cock. Vernon would never tell Chan this because the younger man's ego is enormous enough as it is but, he thinks he finally understands why you're so willing and eager to spread your thighs for him, any and everywhere. Chan is nothing if not thorough at making sure you're fucked out.

He settles on alternating between looking at every part of you but, he finds his eyes wondering to your pussy more than anywhere else. You may be becoming too dazed to notice but, Chan notices and he pounces.

He fucks into you particularly hard, biting back a groan at how you tighten around him and dig your nails into the skin of his arms as he holds onto you firmly. "She's so tight. I can barely move," he tells Vernon, enjoying the way his words wash over his friend. His grip on the arms of the chair he's been sitting for what feels like hours tightening slightly as he swallows thickly. "Chan," you whine out in embarrassment at his words, turning your head in an attempt to hide from Vernon's scorching gaze. Chan won't be having any of it, however. The hand that had been toying with your nipple moves to cup your jaw, turning you back to face his best friend, whispering in your ear, "There's no need to be shy, baby. Look at how hard Vernon is from watching us. From watching you."

You shyly let your eyes wander to Vernon and are immediately struck with how delectable he looks. His brown locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his cock straining against his boxers with a noticeable wet spot. The sight of him causing you clench around Chan's cock and moan out far louder than you intended to. "Y-you look so pretty, Ver-Vernon," you stutter out, taking great pleasure in watching his blush darken and spread down to his neck. "She means it. I almost came from how hard she clenched around me just now," Chan adds over your shoulder, moving his hand from your jaw to your clit.

"Th-Thanks," comes Vernon's bashful response, his cock throbbing from the praise. He watches intently as Chan makes quick work of your clit, still fucking you incessantly while encouraging you to cum on his cock. Cum while Vernon watches.

"Don't you want to show Vernon how much of a good girl you are? How beautiful you look when you cum?" Chan asks loud enough for both of you to hear clear as day, his fingers and his cock not giving you much of a choice. You hold Vernon's gaze as you cum. Insides tightening around Chan like a vice while your juices gush down his cock and his balls onto your shared bed, mouth open as you cry out for both men to hear.

Vernon has never cum untouched but, he thinks he just might from watching how hard you cum. You're arching and squirming so attractively, all your sounds of pleasure making his boxers even more of a sticky mess. Chan was right, you do look beautiful when you cum. Speaking of the younger man, this is probably the first time he isn't running his mouth all night. His own moans mixing with yours from how hard you try and milk him for his cum but, he resists. He still has other ideas in mind for how he wants this evening to go. Steeling his resolve to not fill you with his cum, he does keep you steady against his chest as you ride out your climax. Slowing his thrusts down as to not completely overwhelm you and, cooing encouragements and praise at you for how well you did, how pretty you looked and how good you were for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?" Chan asks you softly, hands now rubbing your thighs soothingly. Once you finally start to regain the ability to formulate words you respond, "No, I don't want to stop. I have an idea actually. I want you to fuck me while I suck off Vernon." It's a desire of yours that's been building as you've watched Vernon squirm in that chair while Chan makes you take him. You want to touch Vernon, to taste him. You'd even be okay with letting him fuck you too but, you know Chan probably wouldn't be comfortable with that. Atleast for now. "That's if you're both okay with that," you add hurriedly, giving both men ample opportunity to back out. They seem to have a silent conversation with one another for a moment. Communicating through eye contact and nothing else. You try not to squirm too much on Chan's lap, his cock still very much rock hard inside of you while the two of them communicate. Finally, Chan's hands gravitate to your hips and he kisses the side of your head before say, "I'm down and something tells me Vernon is too. How do you want us, baby?"

That's how you find yourself with your face in Vernon's lap while Chan gradually fucks into you from behind. His hands holding your hips while he thrusts into you slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the new angle and focus on Vernon with minimal distractions. Vernon watches you in a mixture of fascination and shyness, your face centimetres from his still covered cock. You slowly reach for his boxers, giving him the chance to stop you if he wants to. He doesn't. You watch through half-lidded eyes how his lengthy cock smacks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin. Chan's grip on your hips tightens for a moment when you clench around him at the sight of Vernon's cock, picking up the pace behind you gradually. "Is it o-okay if I touch you now?" You ask him, hand hovering just above his cock that is flushed a rather angry looking red. "Yeah," he breathes out and, it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when you finally do touch him. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly to become accustomed to the weight of him.

Vernon is a little embarrassed at the noise he makes when you experimentally lick him, his taste a little salty but, otherwise not unpleasant. "You can touch me too, okay?" You tell him softly with a smile before easing your mouth onto his cock, feeling him pulse violently against your tongue for a few beats. Vernon's shaky hands find themselves in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard as you begin to well and truly suck him off. "You can be more rough. Not only can she take it, she loves it. Isn't that right, princess?" Chan asks you, giving your ass a harsh slap to prove his point. Your answering moan with a mouthful of Vernon's cock and attempts at nodding make Chan smirk before he focuses his attention back on making sure you're fucked thoroughly. Watching the way your pussy takes ever bit of his cock and your ass kisses his abs with ever thrust have him steadily heading towards his orgasm. Vernon isn't fairing much better. Even while partially distracted by Chan, you still try your utmost to make sure the older man is enjoying himself. Taking him as far as you can, swallowing around him and deliberately slowly easing off of him until his tip rests against your tongue once more. He thinks he might just lose his mind with how much of a tease you're being. "I- please" he begs hoarsely, grip tightening on your hair as you ease down onto his cock once again. At his plea, you meet his wild eyes, stilling your mouth momentarily while you stare at him with a glint of amusement. He knows what you want him to do and Vernon has never been too proud of a man to beg for what he wants. "Please. Please l-let me cum. Please," he whines, trying his best to stay still and behave for you.

Chan groans from behind you at how you clench around him at Vernon's words, fucking into your faster. His grip on your hip and ass bruising now. You wouldn't be surprised to find indents of his fingers on your skin when he was finished with you. Deciding to treat Vernon with a little kindness since he asked so nicely, you continue your ministrations on him. This time not slowing down or taking it easy on him in the slightest. Your bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you gagging on Vernon's cock and the moans of pleasure from the two men.

To the surprise of everyone, Chan is the first to cum. You know before he informs you based on the way his cock pulses incessantly inside of you and he keeps you still against his hips that he's going to cum. His cum is warm and familiar inside of you and, the vibrations from your moans at being being filled up by your lovely boyfriend quickly send Vernon over the edge as well. You do appreciate his attempts in trying to warn you but, you were more than happy to swallow his cum. You try your best to swallow all of it but, there's just too much of it so bits of it dribble past your lips and down your chin. You lap at him softly until he moans from the oversensitivity so, eventually you stop and give him some time to catch his breath. Vernon watches you scoop up all his cum that made it past your lips with your fingers and push them into your mouth until they're licked completely clean.

God, you're so hot.

Chan gently eases out of you. Both of you shuddering at the feeling and, he takes a moment to admire the view of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Honestly, you don't think you've felt this full of cum and well-fucked in your life. Which is really saying something because your boyfriend is an extremely thorough man when it comes to sex. Even on the verge of blacking out, you're so glad you decided to say yes to this idea.

#seventeen smut #vernon smut #dino smut #lee chan smut #chan smut #dino seventeen smut #seventeen dino smut #hansol vernon chwe smut #hansol smut #once again just here to push the switch! vernon agenda #chan is a dom #i will not be taking questions at this time #verdi brainrot #seventeen #lee chan #hansol vernon chwe #verdi #vernon #dino seventeen #seventeen dino #chan #chan seventeen #seventeen chan #we as a society could stand to lust after dino more imo

[snowcandyz]

OM!Leviathan's Dating Headcanon

Dating Leviathan is something you've never thought can happen before.

He's cool, super smart when it comes to technology and gadgets, and you're pretty sure he's dependable as well. How else can you explain the incident that happened months ago?

When a group of sea monsters made a ruckus over the Devildom Sea Coast, you had the chance to tag along with Levi and Lucifer to assess the situation (you begged to come along because you were bored, but yeah... you still had the 'chance to tag along')

All it took was a glare and a click of his tongue from an annoyed Levi to shut them up. The situation quickly resolved as the sea monsters apologised for causing trouble and promised to file their complaints through official channels instead of wrecking and destroying public places.

You held Levi in high regard since then. Not that you haven't before, but the incident made you worship respect him a lot more.

So when someone so powerful fumbles and stutters a lot around you, you could see what's going on inside his head.

And were you overjoyed!

THE Leviathan likes you?! >///<

Though, it took you a long time to have him admit it himself. And it took you even longer to have him comfortable around you even though you've been dating for a few months now.

You never forced him to do the things he's uncomfortable with. You'd always respect his space and let him go to you.

And once he does, Levi can actually be pretty clingy. Not that you'll complain since he owed you months of affection.

When Levi is playing games, you would always be by his side to either cheer him up, help him strategise, or just sit there quietly while you do your own things.

So does he when you scrolled through Devilgram or Deviltok when he's playing games. It doesn't mean that you're bored or anything, you just want to catch up with your social media life and he understands that.

Because you both will talk things out when one of you needs it.

"Hey, can I play in the next round?" "Sure!"

"MC, will you pay attention to me for a while?" "Of course, Levi. What can I do for you?"

When you and Levi watch anime together, cuddling is a must.

You just love having him close. And you're pretty sure he loves it too. It's Levi's favourite thing.

When it's action genre, you'll catch yourself staring at Levi more than the screen. Because he looks so focused and absolutely adorable.

"Do you not like the anime?"

Oops!

"I like it, but I think I like watching you more." You snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth from both the blanket and him.

*Cue a blushing Levi* Congrats! Now, he too can no longer focus!

But when you're watching a slice of life or fantasy genre, you both will have your eyes glued to the screen, only remembering to eat dinner or go to sleep when Mammon banged on the door loudly.

There are also times when you'll cuddle as you're reading mangas.

But since you usually like your personal space when you're reading, Levi never initiated to cuddle. Unless you want to, of course.

And he'll always find you crawling closer to him when you're binge-reading your favourite romance mangas.

Most of the time, you'll ask for kisses or hugs from the demon when you're squealing too hard from reading the romantic scenes. It works like a spell, as if physical affection from your lover can pull you back into reality.

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A giggle left your lips after a long silence in the room.

It's a typical weekend night where you'll spend your time in Levi's room, either watching anime, playing with Henry 2.0 or joining him for a co-op game night. But today, you decided that you want to catch up with your favourite mangas instead.

Levi gave you plenty of pillows and a blanket for you to get comfortable in his bedtub. Meanwhile, leaning back to his beanbag chair, Levi was playing with his latest RPG game, trying his best not to disturb your peace and asking what has made his lover so happy without him.

Feeling jealous over 2Ds is something you both have talked about before. And you both agree that even if you have your own waifus or husbandos, you'll always put each other first on your list.

So what Levi was feeling wasn't exactly jealousy, but more on curiosity.

Another side glance was given to you and Levi was encaptured with your brightly smiling face. The world seemed to stop for a second as he felt his heart thump and a blush crept through his cheeks.

This is bad for his heart!

And as if you could sense the shift of emotions in the third-born, you quickly climbed out of the bedtub and made your way to your lover, hand still clutching his blanket tightly. His cute blushing face made it hard for you not to tackle him down and shower him with butterfly kisses.

The trick with Levi is to be careful and slow, so he could be comfortable with your presence.

"Can I hug you?" you asked, still smiling widely.

"Huh?! O-oh... Okay..."

At his approval, you quickly sat beside him before leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist, head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

His warmth filled your heart with love and adoration. His slow breathing made it seem as if your problems will be gone in an instant. His heartbeat that's slowly increasing made you realised—

You really love this demon to death.

Levi gently adjusted the blanket to cover your body after making sure he had paused his game. His hand released the console to wrap his arm around your waist, reciprocating your action.

'MC must've been reading their favourite romance manga, huh?' He thought.

"Did something romantic happen in the manga?" Levi asked.

He expected a positive answer, but all he got was you shaking your head. And now he's truly confused.

"The boyfriend in this manga is absolutely awful." You went back to hugging him before continuing, "He made me want to jump inside the manga and punch him right in his gut."

Levi couldn't help but feel threatened by your words, even though he knew it was clearly directed to the character. Just what exactly has the character done to provoke such emotions from you?

"But you know, it made me realise how lucky I am to have someone like you as my boyfriend," you continued.

Levi had to fake to clear his throat to stop himself from profusely blushing over your comment. Before he could prompt more questions on the character's behaviour, you cupped his cheeks gently before touching your foreheads together.

The loving look in your eyes was something that cannot be fake, that much Levi knew. And times like these really help him counter his insecurities.

Ah... He truly loves you. And he'd gladly fight anyone to keep you like this beside him.

The usual scenario would be you closing the distance between you two, but this time, Levi volunteered. Capturing your lips to his only numbed his senses, as if the world is dead silent aside from his heartbeat that was pounding inside his chest.

Levi never thought he'd be able to find someone who truly enjoys the same hobbies as him, let alone someone that loves him. But your presence in his life proved him wrong. You're his best friend and his lover. And with you by his side, Levi knows that he'll be able to get through things just fine.

Maybe it's time he learns that the voices inside his head are just jealous of this happiness.

This is self-indulgent to its finest. Because I imagine this is how my relationship with him will be >///< I want a Levi in my life, please? :')

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[michellemisfit]

🚑✨Weekly Tag Wednesday🪄💫

Look at this super fun tag game @deedala made!! And thanks for the tag @lingy910y @energievie @tanktopgallavich @mikhailoisbaby

🚑 Get in bitch, we're going on a mystical adventure through space, time, and reality. (in ian and mickey's ambulance of course) ✨

Name: Michelle

Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓️

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: I’ve done all of these quizzes and I can NEVER remember what I am. Whatever that personality type is where the answering paragraph literally told me I couldn’t be an EMT because I am incredibly studious and hard working and great in a crisis, but I am also convinced that literally anything going wrong is my fault personally, and it would kill me. That. It me.

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Normally I’d say POPCORN but @deedala is already bring that so I’ll go buck wild and say crudités & hummus, because road snacks can be yummy AND healthy!

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? I’ve got a whole road trip playlist, and I hope we’ll listen to most of it, but this should always be played in a car!!

💥 What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? The Golden Age of Albion, ie. BBC Merlin

And what about a fantasy movie? Fuck Rowling, but Harry Potter’s a pretty good world.

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? I don’t really watch Sci-Fi and the things I have seen… well, I don’t wanna live in Stranger Things world, or Humans, or Lost in Space, so… The Umbrella Academy? Mostly the normal world, and I can stay away from the weird shit? Maybe?

And a scifi movie universe? Again, don’t really watch Sci-Fi, and any I have seen I wouldn’t want to live in. Also there’s just too much fucking running in all of them. I’d be dead within 24 hours, let’s face it. Planet of the Apes? I might do okay there for maybe 72 hours… 🤔

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? Shadowhunters? Normal world with added magic and a fuck load of cool tattoos? Yeah, I’d do okay there. As long as I didn’t have to do the running bit lol

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? @deedala is spot on about cooperative gameplay by grayola for hours and hours of YouTube watching!! Also I Keep Going Over the World We Knew (Over and Over) by Mellacita, where Arthur Pendragon returns to solve the climate crisis with a lot of science and a little bit of magic. I would like to live in that world please.

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? Literally any and all of Ravenheart’s Magic AUs

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! - - soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? Can I please be dropped off in malu’s There Are No Gays in Football universe? Where Arthur Pendragon is the bravest puppy - For love, and a little bit because it is the right thing to do.

Thank you kindly.

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[woodchipp]

Remember my analysis of Aubrey's talk with Hero and Kel (ft. Sunny) on One Day Left? Now, I'd like to tackle what is considered one of the game's highest points story-wise - Sunny and Kel's fight with Aubrey in the church on Three Days Left.

I have Things to say.

Right off the bat, we get a wonderful glimpse of how sweet Sunny is - the game forces you to barge into the church while its attendants are in the middle of a sermon Kel rather wisely advises Sunny to wait out. Of course, you can't actually wait until the sermon ends - intruding is required by the game to progress, and Kel's dialogue right before you are given the chance to trigger the choice prompt ("Yeah, I'd feel bad about interrupting this") implies that Sunny doesn't care much about his friend's opinion nor does he care that he's interrupting something important. the main protagonist of all time, truly

After Sunny enters the church, Kel follows him for some reason (even though he's strong enough to drag his malnourished bestie back out) and the two find Aubrey shortly afterwards. Kel asks her to return the photo album she stole from Basil. As with the fight in the town's park, Aubrey refuses because "it's none of [Kel's] business." He argues it is since all of them used to be friends back in their childhood, to which Aubrey says they're not friends anymore. This time, Kel's response is to mention Mari

...and Aubrey's is to waste what could've been the game's biggest gut punch if it was the actual plot twist.

Sunny doesn't react to this because his Depression is deeper than the Mariana Trench, apparently. You'd think this would be quite the brutal reality check for him after he spent four years living in a fantasy world where his sister is still alive, but nope.

Kel calls Aubrey out for dropping such a bombshell for no reason and says she can't just forget her old friends because she has new friends now. Aubrey replies by revealing the main source of her angst

And you actively made one of said friends' life worse for the past four years because you couldn't be arsed to clear up a misunderstanding.

You have no moral ground to stand on.

Then, the following exchange occurs:

The only rebuttal Aubrey has to Kel's solid point is "well you're Stupid and you don't Understand anything!"

...Huh. I think I see why she's such a fan-favorite.

It's his property and his alone. Also, the album is literally titled "Basil's Memories", you fucking twat.

Kel and Aubrey continue arguing before the latter spells out why she's been attending church. After all, It's not like "Mari's dead." would have allowed the player to infer Aubrey wants to maintain some semblance of normalcy while being devastated by the death of someone close to her, right?

And that is followed up by Kel spelling out Aubrey's internal conflict. Now that's some subtle writing!

You do understand you're basically repeating yourself, right?

"The AUBREY you knew is long gone. And the AUBREY you knew... She's long gone, too."

This game had three editors, by the way.

Kel then delivers a largely insincere apology, which Aubrey rightfully rejects.

Said "apology" doesn't even include any sort of assurance that he will try to stay by her side if they face another hardship. It's less "I'm sorry for not being there" and more "come on, I said I'm sorry, can we wrap this up already? 😒" l know he does genuinely apologize and promise to stick together with her before the group hug on One Day Left, and that just raises the question of "Why couldn't you say that sooner?"

Aubrey tries to walk out of the church, but Kel blocks her way. Sunny is there.

Geez, what is Kel's damage? First he calls her a "scumbag", now she's a "thief"

I may consider these descriptions appropriate because I'm the player, but Kel is Aubrey's former friend. If that's how they interact after their friendship dissolved, I don't want to imagine what kind of "friendship" they had in their childhood days.

Aubrey mockingly calling Basil "poor [and] defenseless" doesn't make sense. The phrasing implies Aubrey has reason to suspect Basil is not the meek and innocent little boy he seems to be... but she doesn't. As far as she knows at this particular point of the story, the most horrific thing he's done was ruining his own photo album for some reason.

1) Given that Sunny's reaction to seeing Basil's cover-up was relief at getting away with the mess he made, Aubrey isn't even wrong in her assessment. the main protagonist of all time, truly

2) Sunny doesn't react to a derogatory label anyone else would take offense to because he has the emotional range of a potato.

There is a big difference between having a bit of trouble with reading the room at times and being an insensitive moron.

Kel falls squarely into the second category.

As for the fight itself, I think the main problem with it is that it occurs way too early in the story. Between the iterations of Aubrey we see in Headspace and Faraway Town, her character undergoes a change so dramatic she essentially becomes someone different altogether, and you don't get to spend much time with the new Aubrey before you're thrust into such an emotionally-charged confrontation with her. This fight feels like it should've occured somewhere in the game's second half and marked a turning point in Aubrey's character arc, but as it is, it's just... meh. It has little impact.

So, since we barely know who Faraway's Aubrey even is but the game needs you to feel bad for her nonetheless, the only way it can think of to achieve that is to make the churchgoers irrationally mean!

There's a violent delinquent with a fucking nail bat fighting two other kids yet the churchgoers only note that Aubrey's drip sucks.

You're supposed to take this fight seriously, by the way.

The churchgoers' reaction to the aforementioned nail bat is to calmly chide Aubrey for bringing a dangerous weapon to the church instead of, y'know, calling the police.

"That girl is a threat to this neighborhood." WHY AREN'T ANY OF YOU CALLING THE POLICE, THEN?

This implies Aubrey's been bringing the nail bat to church all this time and the pastor apparently paid no attention to it. He also seems to be fine with a member of his congregation beating up random people at his church.

Bruh.

Speaking of the pastor! You can actually talk with him after the fight.

So the pastor's reasoning for letting a dangerous delinquent into the church - and consequently endangering the rest of his congregation due to said delinquent wielding a weapon - is basically "she's a poow widdle girl 🥺 pwease feel bad for her okay 🥺"

Amazing.

Oh, and just as cherry on top

Kel, right after the fight: man, maybe we shouldn't have done this? I feel bad for Aubrey :< Kel, half a minute later: WE FOUND THE ALBUM!!! TEAMWORK!!!! LET'S HIGH-FIVE!! :D

The writing in this game is very realistic, nuanced and sophisticated.

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[thecameronchronicles]

The Good Girl

TW: cheating. Smut. Language. Praise kink. Spanking. 

SUMMARY: You cheat on Chase with Rudy. 

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WORD COUNT: 1600

The Good Girl

It was a one time thing. 

But it was also the only way you could get off. Whenever Chase touched you, you could only find pleasure in thinking of Rudy. The way his hands weaved through yours under the table when you saw the messages of another girl on your boyfriend's phone. The soft nature of his voice when he took you to his apartment so you could think. The tender feeling of his lips against yours after the tequila made your fantasies a reality. And finally the way he made you come in such force and repetition that it was enough to rival your guilt. 

But this was dangerous. Another party and you were waiting in the wings for your boyfriend. Another success. Another crowd of doting fans and all you could focus on was Rudy. The way he looked effortless but sophisticated without focusing on doing either of those things. Instead, he focused on you. 

"Tequila?" He asked, sliding you the same drink he made you that night. Your thighs pressed together at the memory of how he poured it down your chest and drank it from between your legs-

"No...I'm the sober companion..."

"That's no fun..." He teased, leaning on the bar, his necklace coming to view as you reminisced again. Pulling the metal to you and deepening the kiss as he asked if it was okay. You rocked your hips against him, feeling how hard he was from just one kiss, and needing to know how that felt from within. 

"Wanna dance?"

"No!" You spoke quickly, annoyed he would even ask. You could barely speak to him or look him in the eye since that night. 

"I think we should talk." 

"I don't."

"Then let's not talk." Before you could object, he led you through the crowd where all your shared friends were distracted in blowing off steam to notice him lead you to the hallway of the club. It was desolate and rarely used, but still in eye shot of anyone. 

"What do you want, Rudy?" 

"You..." He pushed himself against you, his hand at your cheek and his lips against yours. Immediately your hand fisted his shirt, needing him even closer before pushing him off. 

"No-"

"Tell me you don't want me. That you don't want to arch your back like that again or come that hard-" Your eyes closed at the memory. At the foot of his bed, his ankles pinning yours apart as he made your overused sex soak his sheets in having come again. And again. 

"It's all I can think about..." He spoke softly.

You couldn't face him, it was too much. You let him touch you in ways he shouldn't. Nobody should. Only your boyfriend. And yet, he made you feel things nobody else did. Not even your boyfriend...

And he followed you as you moved to the alleyway. 

"I don't want to hurt anybody, but I can't stop thinking about that night-"

"I was drunk-"

"No. You were horny." You glared. 

"I was-"

"I waited an hour before trying to kiss you and I don't regret it." He pinned you against the side of the bar's back. Hands on your hips to keep you stationed against him. His hard cock made your lips part when remembering how you choked on him. How he praised you. How he let you touch yourself until you edged, only to tell you those moans belonged to him. 

"Just like I don't regret my fingers inside of you. My tongue...The way you begged for me to go harder as you dug those pretty little nails in my back..."

"Stop..."

"Why?" His voice was softer. His thumbs brushing over the fabric of your breasts. Your nipples hardened as he began to pinch through the thin material. 

"Just let me touch you...let me remind you..." 

"Rudy-" You gasped as he bit your nipple through the shirt, his hand at your leg and pulling it against his hip. 

"You don't want me to know how wet you are, do you, baby? Because you'd feel guilty about making these panties wet for someone who isn't your boyfriend, right?" You hesitated. 

"Well I've got a fix..." He pulled your panties away until they joined at your ankles.

 "Now, they aren't a problem..." He smirked. 

"But this..." He sucked in a breath as he encircled your clit with a teasing figure eight made from his fingers. "This is a problem...

"Please..."

"You're dripping-"

"I know..." You moaned as he teased his fingers inside of you. 

"You remember just what they can do, can't you? How they can bend so perfectly inside that soaked little pussy that you swallow them whole?" You whimpered. 

"You want them to do it again, don't you?" You fought the nod as his thumb brushed your clit. 

"Don't lie to me..."

"Yes..." You breathed, one finger slowly stretching you as your eyes rolled. His hand came behind your neck for stability. 

"There's my girl..."

"Rudy..." You gasped as you fisted the collar of his shirt. 

"That's right, baby. That's the name you should be saying when you're this wet..."

"More...please...please..." You groveled as he set a second finger inside, and then his palm to your clit. 

"Don't hold back...you're free to use me to feel good...so use me..." Your body rode into his hand. His fingers supplied the perfect pressure as he nodded against you. 

"Good girl...keep going..."

"I wanna come...oh my God..." You gasped as he kissed you with a passionate response, smirking as your breathing quickened. 

"You're dripping down your thighs...good job baby…so good…"

"I need you...inside me-" You grunted, rolling your hips as he retreated. Your eyes narrowed before he moved to his knees. 

"Don't hold back. I want to hear you come while you drown me, understand?" You nodded as he toyed with your nipples before lifting your dress and feasting on your drippings. His tongue collected every drop as he thrust you into his face by the actions made of such a skilled tongue. 

"Rudy!"

"Rub your clit baby...right in my face..." Your hand drifted as ordered as he growled. 

"Such a good girl for me..." He rewarded you with a series of suction and flicks as your hips paced in desperation. 

"Coming?"

"I'm...I'm-" Your eyes closed tightly to the stars formed behind your eyes. 

"Keep. Going." He ordered, fingers returning. You knew what he wanted. And your body was already preparing for it. But your nerves were still recovering. The tightness of your next release made you tremble. 

"Fuck me...fuck me right now!" You begged. 

"How?" He questioned as you pulled your leg from over the shoulder he set it on as you were savored by his tongue, turning around as he grinned. 

"Yeah?" You nodded before he kicked apart your feet. 

"Play with it first...I wanna watch it drip..." He stood back for a moment, your fingers needy and quick as he grinned. 

"So good...yes...you make a man wanna come on the spot..."

"On me..." You moaned as he attacked your hips. 

"You wanna wear my cum, baby?"

You nodded. "I want it everywhere..." Your lust spoke for you as he bent you slightly forward. 

"I miss the sound of your ass at my hand..."

"Do it..."

"Yeah?"

"Please..." 

One smack and you vibrated. Two and you pleaded. Three, you were whimpering. 

"Such a pretty little ass..." His cock was at your split. "But I want that pussy coating my cock this time baby..." Before you could agree, he thrust you into the wall. Your body bent perfectly to hit that spot that made your stars into black holes that consumed everything around you. 

"I love how you take me. All the way..."

His hand wrapped around your jaw pulling you to his kith. "Taste how fucking addictive you are on my tongue baby...why I need to risk it to make you come...fuck..." He groaned. "I can't get enough of you..."

"Rudy..." You mewled as he pulled you to a nearby car and over its hood. Staying paced and in tune as his cock never left you for even a second. 

"Now you have something to hold on to..." He was murderous, lifting your left over the hood as you trembled. 

"Come baby...don't fight it..." He moaned to the choke made of his cock with your inner walls. "Good fucking girl..." He smacked your ass as you came. 

"Shit...I'm gonna come...I'm coming!" He groaned, pulling out and turning you over. A grip to the back of your neck. 

"Let me see em-" he ordered, jerking himself hard as you lowered your dress in just enough time to be painted by his cum. Hot ropes staining your skin as he winced through the ecstasy. 

His thumbs came over the dress, setting it over your nipples. 

"When you go home...ask him to kiss here...I want him to taste how hard you made me come...and when he asks, tell him."

"Rudy-"

"You're mine, baby. You make me come, you wear it, it means you're mine. No more fucking excuses." He slapped your ass again as you moaned, a final squeeze leaving you to recover to his threat. Your body was still in need even as he returned to the club, playing friends with Chase as you fixed your dress and tried to ignore how hot it made you. Knowing you would obey, it was time to be with Rudy...

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[johannestevans]

Come see me in Leeds this Friday!

Good morning, good morning!

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First things first, in the aftermath of the piece I submitted to Trans_Muted late last year, I'm going to be at an event at The Bookish Type, a queer bookshop, in Leeds this Friday evening! Tickets are sold out online, but there will be more tickets available on the door at the £0-£5 range depending on how much people can afford.

It's going to be a Q&A and discussion sort of night, with some readings as well - as well as me, there'll be Dalton Harrison, the founder of StandFast Productions, a collective for ex-offenders to share art and stories; there's Loren Lepton, who does all sorts of rocking art across different disciplines and has published poetry in Trans_Muted; and of course there's Dorian Rose, the founder of Trans_Muted!

Here's the piece I'll be discussing and potentially reading from:

Questions You Wish You Could Ask A Gay Transgender Man — A tongue-in-cheek take on cisgender people’s frequently asked questions.

Read here in Trans_Muted!

Also On Medium / / On Patreon.

There will be books and such forth available from us, as well as the fact that the Bookish Type is an excellent queer-run bookshop that will have all manner of wonders for you to peruse as ever.

Great news for those who enjoyed my Minotaur talk a while back - Romancing the Gothic have invited me back to do another talk as part of a charity event toward the end of March!

On March 16th 2024, Goths for Breakfast is going to centre a variety of talks about gothic literature to raise money for hungry kids, and mine is going to be a presentation and dive into Crimson Peak (2015, dir. Guillermo Del Toro) and its appeal as a modern gothic romance, with a bit of examination about people's hunger for ~problematic~ themes in the age of BookTok, book bans, and rising puritan values and opposition to nuance. Title is yet to drop, but in the meantime, go sign up for Romancing the Gothic and check out their other events!

My plan is to write more non-fiction in the next few months as honestly, I need the money - I'm settling well into the new place but I'm getting used to balancing all my bills against furnishing everything, and I'm currently in need of some dental care. I've talked about it at length here, and there's two polls here and here at the moment about particular essays or non-fiction people would be most eager to see and read, but please let me know if there's anything you'd really like me to write about!

I have a few media recs this week - I already mentioned that I've been playing Dragon Quest XI and I'm now replaying Final Fantasy XV again, but onto some movie recs! A few of these fucking rock, and I definitely plan to write a bit more about them at length.

The Holdovers (2023, dir. Alexander Payne) - This one was good, not a new favourite of mine or anything, but it's well-paced and has a lot of well-done slice-of-life and character study, which I know people who like my work will undoubtedly appreciate! It's a loving and sensitive film - I found it to be a bit bland for my taste, but for being this sort of film it's not at all too saccharine, and it definitely might be worth a watch if you like nasty old men or nasty young men! I'll be honest, though, none of the men in this are particularly to my taste - I did love Da'Vine Joy Randolph's performance though, she really makes the whole film.

Demon (2015, dir. Marcin Wrona) - This film has been criticised a lot by genre horror fans because they're upset that it doesn't meet genre horror conventions: it doesn't. This is a real fucking horror film delving into the reality of living on haunted, bloodied land, and it's a modern retelling of The Dybbuk - gentiles at a wedding become haunted by the ghost of a dead Jewish bride, and horrors unfold for them. This film is beautiful, and I don't think I've ever seen a film that depicts gentiles grappling so much with the violence that's been done by them and their community to Jewish people, and then making the decision to turn away from it. The haunting of the pogroms in this film is visceral, and it feels all the more salient at the moment given the Israeli occupation of Palestine and the historical-to-now experiences of Palestinians in the face of that colonial violence.

Minyan (2020, dir. Eric Steel) - This is a super gorgeous film as well - I've watched a lot of coming-of-age flicks about young queer men coming to terms with their sexuality, particularly set in the 80s, but I've never seen one that has such a loving depiction of a man's developing sexual identity at the same time as his developing religious one and the relationship he has with his Judaism and with worship and religion, and other queer men in his community and how many there are once he knows how to look for and find them. I really love the undercurrent of his relationship with James Baldwin's work, especially a contrast at one point of a fellow young Russian Jew saying he's going to join the IDF, and then immediately jump to work from Baldwin. I would recommend Baldwin's short open letter on Zionism, antisemitism, and Palestinian liberation from '79 in The Nation, which you can read here.

New Works Published

Serial Update: Powder and Feathers

Chapter Fifty-Four: Colm has a painful discussion with his granddaughter; Jean-Pierre bonds with his niece.

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It seems to Aimé Deverell that there is very little point to life, except for what pleasures can be enjoyed before the grave. Life is short - thank God - but at least there's enough in the world to dull the senses in the meantime.

That philosophy shatters like glass when he meets Jean-Pierre, an angel.

Read on Medium / / Read on Ao3 / / Read on WorldAnvil

Erotic Short: Wine Barrel

The angel Jean-Pierre lets himself get caught by the all-too-friendly Dionysus.

Rated E, trans M/everyone at a party. Featuring object insertion, inflation with a womb filled up with wine, unsafe alcohol consumption, lactation, milking, public humiliation, voyeurism, transformation, very drunk sex, sadomasochism, free use, objectification, begging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

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Erotic Short: Window Trap

Jean-Pierre makes an unwise decision, and gets caught amongst the wrong crowd.

Rated E, 3.9k, trans M angel gangbanged by Greek gods, mostly by Hermes (Aetos Talaria). Doros is also here — Doros and Jean-Pierre both being characters in Powder and Feathers.

Dubious to non consent here after some pure hubris, with a gangbang, large insertions, come inflation, deepthroating, spitroasting, predicament bondage with Jean-Pierre stuck in a wall, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, masochism, stomach bulges.

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Non-Fiction: My Top 6 Films of 2023

2023 had a few knock-out hits as far as the cinema goes — obviously, people were very excited about the respective releases of Barbie and Oppenheimer, but my top films of the year were a bit different.

One  thing I do think unites a lot of these — and a trend I hope to see from  more films in the next few years — is a trend toward more earnestness  and sincerity in scripts and plot lines, and I’m hoping that trend  continues!

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Woe, Boypussy Be Upon Ye: Transing Characters in Fanfic & Fanart

What’s the deal with envisioning your blorbos as transgender?

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Erotic TweetFic: Building Stamina

A new addition to a band of mercenaries struggles to keep pace with them - but no worries. They've another role in mind for him.

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The Lone Gunmen Sentences

(Sentences from The Lone Gunmen (2001). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Without proof, we're nothing more than conspiracy mongers."

"He was a good man. He had a conscience. Sometimes, that's a problem in our line of work."

"If he was murdered, there would have to be a reason for it. Maybe he knew something?"

"What is this? Another one of your whacko conspiracy theories?"

"All I'm saying is, make peace with your father another way."

"What the hell are you doing? Why can't you stay out of this?"

"Don't be so damn naïve!"

"Congrats on not being dead."

"I see myself in you."

"I see now that you've got something I never had."

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Late for a secret meeting?"

"I've got to say, so far this job sucks!"

"You're thinking with your heart, not your head."

"Have you got a girl in there?"

"I assure you, we are neither slapping nor tickling!"

"Is that how you were brought up? To be filthy?"

"Why am I even talking to you?"

"Is it even possible for you to know what's going on?"

"People never see history coming. It kind of just sneaks up on them."

"Do you ever think about dinosaurs?"

"Your father was a great man."

"You really are an oaf. You know that?"

"I'm so impressed. I really thought you'd be all thumbs at this fatherhood business."

"You do know that it's quite a turn on when a man shows himself so capable?"

"You can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality."

"There's something not right when science gets in the way of love."

"I'll be flossing chunks of your scalp from my teeth if you don't tell me right this second what you're on about."

"The whole world is a cage when you're trapped in it alone."

"You know, call me crazy, but I'm starting to think that Elvis really is dead."

"Guess what? It seems as though I've been in some sort of accident!"

"You remember, don't you? Please tell me you remember!"

"If you can't trust your doctor, who can you trust?"

"I had no idea you were so creative!"

"All I want is for you to stay and dance with me."

"Is there a woman alive that hasn't been hurt by a man before?"

"What are you talking about? I don't have any secrets!"

"I need to know everything you know, and I need to know who else knows it."

"Lesbian? I thought you said Lebanese!"

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